Untethered
SackJo22
Dissonance through transition. Nostaligia, and perhaps some hope for release.
This is a most heartfelt creation offered to my friends who are working through painful changes in their lives.
Spoken word and background vocals also uploaded separately.
UNTETHERED
Utethered
Your life of comfort and familiarity
shrinking in the distance between where you are now and where you were then
Perspective skewed by atmosphere and shadows
the inception of decisions unclear
so all that remains is the detritus of the years
Packed and secured, the boxes stacked and stored
Proof that you once lived here.
The ground beneath your feet is shaky
each step destroying further the integrity of the world that once supported you
That love
That delight
Those moments of abandon where everything was perfect
Color and shape, oh so satisfying
The place somehow defining the meaning of this life.
You try to breathe deep
You try not to cry
You try to look forward
but there’s something wrong with your eyes
so that clarity is compromised.
Still, you see that errant balloon
floating above the rooftops
The air currents lifting it, dropping it, tossing it
At some point it may become trapped
trapped by wires, trapped by time,
trapped by embracing limbs that stop its flight.
Or it may be released,
riding the waves of light through the wind of sighs.
This is a most heartfelt creation offered to my friends who are working through painful changes in their lives.
Spoken word and background vocals also uploaded separately.
UNTETHERED
Utethered
Your life of comfort and familiarity
shrinking in the distance between where you are now and where you were then
Perspective skewed by atmosphere and shadows
the inception of decisions unclear
so all that remains is the detritus of the years
Packed and secured, the boxes stacked and stored
Proof that you once lived here.
The ground beneath your feet is shaky
each step destroying further the integrity of the world that once supported you
That love
That delight
Those moments of abandon where everything was perfect
Color and shape, oh so satisfying
The place somehow defining the meaning of this life.
You try to breathe deep
You try not to cry
You try to look forward
but there’s something wrong with your eyes
so that clarity is compromised.
Still, you see that errant balloon
floating above the rooftops
The air currents lifting it, dropping it, tossing it
At some point it may become trapped
trapped by wires, trapped by time,
trapped by embracing limbs that stop its flight.
Or it may be released,
riding the waves of light through the wind of sighs.