brown

brown

it's escaping me through jazz
and my goal, it has
become one subsided prioity
dissolving in petty mediocrity
probing the deeper regions
for what seems like eons
helping the fish out of the water
help them see the sun and not a
blurry piece of fiction
clouded in another yellow concoction
'this is not for me' i frown
and in the corner nods mr.brown