sallekhana
Well-known member
when we were young
like pottery
the world would cry
when she would see
us take shape
under her eyes.
i never could account
for your streams
and why they would spout
out of my eyes,
out of my eyes.
i could have done without
the waterfalls
and swaying trees
that shadowed me
in a shadow of doubt.
when we were young
like pottery
they all took shape
except for me.
a puddle
under my eyes.
under my eyes,
under my eyes.
they were brave enough to leave
when they were told,
"leave him behind."
i'm not adam,
i know this now.
my heart is heavy
its going to fall
out of my body,
under my eyes.
i will explain its meaning. i want to.
the first stanza is of being born. i'm talking to earth and the world and its streams come from my eyes because thats what depresses me...my world. and its not that its the worlds fault. its my fault that my world is depressing thats why i never could account for it...its my fault. nobody wants to own up to that. the 3rd stanza is about my past. when i was doing the things i did and all the things were going on it didn't matter if it was as beautiful as a waterfall or depressing as a tree, it all looked like it could cause a depression in the future, no matter what i did felt as if i was doing wrong with bad outcome, thats where the doubt comes from. i always doubted myself whether it was a beautiful situation or not. the whole next part is present day. i didn't take shape because i never trully changed. now i'm still depressed i just hide it but i know the world can see through it. next is my tears were brave enough to leave me but i'm not brave enough to leave my past behind. i'm not adam is because adam was brave enough to leave paradise and i'm not even brave enough to leave this hell hole so i will always be cowardly wallowing in self pity and depression.
like pottery
the world would cry
when she would see
us take shape
under her eyes.
i never could account
for your streams
and why they would spout
out of my eyes,
out of my eyes.
i could have done without
the waterfalls
and swaying trees
that shadowed me
in a shadow of doubt.
when we were young
like pottery
they all took shape
except for me.
a puddle
under my eyes.
under my eyes,
under my eyes.
they were brave enough to leave
when they were told,
"leave him behind."
i'm not adam,
i know this now.
my heart is heavy
its going to fall
out of my body,
under my eyes.
i will explain its meaning. i want to.
the first stanza is of being born. i'm talking to earth and the world and its streams come from my eyes because thats what depresses me...my world. and its not that its the worlds fault. its my fault that my world is depressing thats why i never could account for it...its my fault. nobody wants to own up to that. the 3rd stanza is about my past. when i was doing the things i did and all the things were going on it didn't matter if it was as beautiful as a waterfall or depressing as a tree, it all looked like it could cause a depression in the future, no matter what i did felt as if i was doing wrong with bad outcome, thats where the doubt comes from. i always doubted myself whether it was a beautiful situation or not. the whole next part is present day. i didn't take shape because i never trully changed. now i'm still depressed i just hide it but i know the world can see through it. next is my tears were brave enough to leave me but i'm not brave enough to leave my past behind. i'm not adam is because adam was brave enough to leave paradise and i'm not even brave enough to leave this hell hole so i will always be cowardly wallowing in self pity and depression.
