Someplace

Im going back to the blueside.

I don't belong in this world

There's no clarity, I cannot coincide.

I'm going back to the blueside.

This is where I've found serenity.

A pace to keep a mentality that's serendipity.

Forget dilemmas that surrounded me.

I am awake inside and prosper in returning.

Where there are fields of flowers.

An ocean melting into the sky.

The moon rises into a starry night.

No matter what, everything is right.

Your blue is different from mine.

Your unhappy world compares the color to sadness.

For value is measured in transient wine.

Even though life is shorter than your concissness.

I know that you'll forget me as soon as I leave.

My wings will take me back to the blueside.

And I'll slip into the brightside.

Maybe you will remember a faint whisper.

Mentioned to you by a thought...Blueside.