Blur

A song unsung. A sky to fly but no wings. An eye for detail but I wear specs. The road with dead end. A night without the moon. The sun behind the cloud. I can visualize a rainbow in black and white. A matchbox to light the fire but its wet. Few strangers to strike a conversation. A bottle of single malt but no ice. Anonymity lost and found. Shimmer of hope. (Words: Assorted)

These days I feel like am fading away. Have you seen me lately? (Words: Adam Duritz)