I Will Be Who I Was ( Blues Theme)

The narrative who rhymes with hard times.

And again I am talking to myself since I have appeared to have parked my brain on a shelf.

I am so bored when I sit with my cup made of cardboard

Its not so much the absence I despise but the intelligence and its silence

Would you be ever so kind not to act as if you were fucking blind

I am no target for your market, all I want is to be fed

So stopping being afraid.

Who is the bleedin' witch that have turned my life into a faceless bitch

Maybe I should get a hot cup of early dementia under my favorite acacia

Now this wont probably stop the fever or the fact that I forgot to remember

That life has not always been like this for ever.

I cannot recall the fall or if it was me that was bold, the only thing I know is you don't really want to be old when its gettin'  cold

Sometimes I wish I could lament about the crowds on the pavement

But I wont blame the folks and their fast walks

Even those who accidently kick my hand written name with a chalk

Even those  who don't do small talk 

Whereas this is decembermas and even if I am a little bit anxious

I am going to wish all of them

A Happy Christmas