A little more hue.

Like a befuddled teenager I cry walk street
looking for something to mean something

The journey seems futile and the destiny unclear
The past joys seemed a coincident sheer

I wasn’t so lost when I was lost in the past
hopelessly in love with life this fellow was

When you work so hard and feel cheated
Expected smiles but the sadness greeted

Please come back my pen, my diary blue
I promise this time the pages will carry a little more hue.