A common flu named the blues

Sneaky sneaky blues, a little bird told on you
Sneaky Sneaky blues, you`re my common flu
starts with a sneeze, feels like a feverish freezing heat,
wakes every hair in my skin
my shivering body turns pale
my st st st stu stuttering speech avoids the crowd
An achy head, in an aching body, with an aching heart
resumes my soul in the oblivious world
that awaits me under the sheets of my bed
where every dream  turned into mere unreachable desire
Sneaky Sneaky blues that comes like an annual flu
that comes nicely attached to my Christmas
And deepens its blue, paralyzing cold
like a frost bite
slowly necroses the souls
of those who are infected
with the common flu named the blues.
Sneaky sneaky blues, there`s a cure for you
Like a vaccine, an antithesis, an anti flu
1 tsp of opportunity, 1 cup of  friends and a whole plate of family
which makes a hot soup love a banquete of unbreakable hope
Its like looking through a sort of glass-like mirror
were every medicine you need you already posses
And its expiration date is not a number
but a symbol ∞


Maybe I should just take a hot shower and shake it off...