it blinks a little spot of senseless yellow in the middle of it all

This is by far the shortest thing I've ever written, started out as the
chorus; and then it stopped for the life of me I haven't been able to
finish it. So this must be it, right? Plus I just wanted to try and send
something from my phone. The title is a poem by Charles Bukowski.

Ideas grown cold, Im wondering how
I lost the paradigm
More than rain clouds out my window
and I can't sleep at night
Even if im blue, it all looks grey
pick up but I won't call
Just in time to drop your head,
to drop your head

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Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®