Blues Poem by Dele Adeogun

The dazzling pace of blues,
Colouring the day in a high pitch of emotional swings,
so where goes the feelings of the early morning dawn,
Now lost in the misty fog of uncertainty
why feel blue and low?
why lost in the endless search for whys?
I mean why is it raining today and not sunny?
why are we here and not there?
why are we lonely in the midst of a madden crowd?
why do we cry when all we love to do is laugh?
why do we drift when we want to stay?
why do we cry when our heart cry out for love?
I honestly do not know why but I simply make a try at living.