Madita

My oh my, deep sense of humour
Time to time, my sweetest delights
Can not hide my dependence on blue notes
And quiet nights
Could it be that I
Found myself drinking
Could it be that I’m
The one that I love
Could it be that I
Found myself thinking
That I’m
Stuck in my middle
Sometimes I get under pressure
I minimize, despite useful signs
Keep on trying to play the piano
With one hand
Slipped one time and opened a huge port
Felt some pride, but still critical time
I need to find my deep sense of humour
For this time