Blueprintswhen I feel mirthlesssomeway someday I compose some lyrics about you and me and all things between so I plan a blueprint with blue tint and a squint when I see blue prints feel them ache on my skin I remember the men who affected my way and I try my luck so I draft a blueprint scribe my rind out the splint when life makes me sick due to people around I frown on their doing by writing their stories and better myself so I frame a blueprint of daily grind clear off sprint when I marvel at the million miracle mirrors of the unfailing nature I don`t need hokey words cause the world`s poetry so I shred my blueprint savour true glint blow the lint in the wind |