Liminality
How odd it seems to me...
That I can both build myself up and knock myself down.
I do both things fairly regularly.
Thus is the curse of my overthinking.
Thus is the result of a fractured but familiar facsimile of what my mind perceives as Fair.
The reverberations of all my reckless recounting of the recurring recriminations that I relentlessly recall.
Like waves upon the undying sands of the many beaches, I have walked.
Like rays of golden sunshine, staring down and singeing all the leaves of my soul.
Like the melodies, marching across the mountains of my malformed mind.
Like the endless sands of ego, erupting with energetic enthusiasm across my eternal encumberments.
Like a snow before the frost
Like a dream that's turned and tossed
Like a pain that comes from cost
Like a call that's always lost
Like a day without an end
Like a turn that has no bend
Like a tear without a mend
Like a thought I can't pretend
Like a chance that's never taken
Like a night where all's forsaken
Like beliefs that can't be shaken
Like the forgiveness that's mistaken
In truth, I have no real idea where any of these thoughts started or might end?
Here within the betwixt and between.
I have no idea just what I mean.
But it's clear there's a transition taking place.
I don't know when or where it started.
I don't know where or how it will end.
But deep inside me I seem to have captured the essence of a feeling much like when entering a new natural environment, characterized by a mix of emotions and anticipation.
An anxiety I'm not quite used to settles around me like a too small shawl in a snowstorm...
[media=https://youtu.be/M8zzMdw4W6k]
That I can both build myself up and knock myself down.
I do both things fairly regularly.
Thus is the curse of my overthinking.
Thus is the result of a fractured but familiar facsimile of what my mind perceives as Fair.
The reverberations of all my reckless recounting of the recurring recriminations that I relentlessly recall.
Like waves upon the undying sands of the many beaches, I have walked.
Like rays of golden sunshine, staring down and singeing all the leaves of my soul.
Like the melodies, marching across the mountains of my malformed mind.
Like the endless sands of ego, erupting with energetic enthusiasm across my eternal encumberments.
Like a snow before the frost
Like a dream that's turned and tossed
Like a pain that comes from cost
Like a call that's always lost
Like a day without an end
Like a turn that has no bend
Like a tear without a mend
Like a thought I can't pretend
Like a chance that's never taken
Like a night where all's forsaken
Like beliefs that can't be shaken
Like the forgiveness that's mistaken
In truth, I have no real idea where any of these thoughts started or might end?
Here within the betwixt and between.
I have no idea just what I mean.
But it's clear there's a transition taking place.
I don't know when or where it started.
I don't know where or how it will end.
But deep inside me I seem to have captured the essence of a feeling much like when entering a new natural environment, characterized by a mix of emotions and anticipation.
An anxiety I'm not quite used to settles around me like a too small shawl in a snowstorm...
[media=https://youtu.be/M8zzMdw4W6k]
