I’m a blue period Picasso painting stuck on a wall
In the middle of a hall
Trying to figure out: how do I get down?
I can’t move my face, move my mouth, stuck in an eternal frown
The paintings around me, they don’t understand me
I’m a bit too early, being seen as a development
Trying to find out how to come out of this museum of adolescence
But I’m not just blue
I’m weird in shape and color too
If somebody stole me and ran down the stairs
The guards won’t notice
Or maybe just not care, they think I’m that hopeless!
But soon I will be known
I will be talked about
Seen in headlines
“PICASSO PAINTING SOLD FOR SIXTY-THREE MILLION DOLLARS!”
“BEST PAINTING OF ALL TIME!” they’ll holler
I have the flavor of a mountain horizon
The feel of bright blue motel floors
I have the light of a thousand suns
So step back and open the blue doors!