My C. C. Blues

Lead me to water
Can I quench my thirst?
When I take hold to one thing
I find out what it’s worth

Standing in the moonlight time and time again
Tethered to a satellite, lonely at the end
Technicolored images dance before my eyes
Doing the impossible but I’m not satisfied

I’m scrolling through the information gauging my desire
There’s elemental wisdom deep within a burning fire
Balancing facticity while channeling my muse
I’m singing about my conceptual, circumstantial blues

Waiting in the dead of night until the light of dawn
Unlock the chamber so I might be let in
When I take hold to one thing I find that it resists
Wandering the neighborhood while I should be in bed
Observing in the silence there so I might understand
I’m sailing on the ocean now searching for dry land
Seeking out some solid ground for my feet to stand
I want to refresh the content, eager to consume
It’s all a part of my conceptual, circumstantial blues

Even in the dead of the night I’ll try to start again
Turn back the pages, scan the fine print
Maybe it’s like David said, maybe that was it