Azul Casi Morado

Trying to see
what you have inside
seems banal

I can guess, I can smell
I can think, but never know

I close my eyes
and it's just blue
almost purple
the coming and going
of the orange camels

Jumping every corner
climbing buildings
crossing fallen bridges
you're always there
hanging from everything

I want to know
what you have inside
even if you have nothing
I would like to know

I can guess...