on a string...
i wonder if i'm seeking attachment,
and not in just the physical aspect.
but i know if you ask "if, or when, or who, or how",
you may raise your little brow
and question whether my intentions are good.
but i should make this perfectly understood.
in the days before yesteryear, for a couple months,
i was down for a minute and i wanted to give up.
on second thought, i wasn't distraught...just detached.
so i undid all my knots, my ties, and my grasp
on reality loosened up and let go.
no emotional investment, a modern-day Meursault.
you couldn't tell me nothin', but your double-negatives
multiplied, so that's why i decided to live
like pinocchio, oh you know, no strings attached.
so i floated away like driftwood on my back
to my nomad's island, without a skipper or a gilligan,
but this wooden boy wanted the joy of how to feel again.
so after a while, i decided i'll leave my deserted isle
in search of anchor.
took time to adjust and had a self-discussion about how to trust and
be less of a stranger.
put myself back in danger, upon the front lines.
took my heart out of it's comfy confines,
and wore it on my sleeve like the stripes of a soldier.
little did i know that was indecent exposure.
because, contrary to what they told ya, it's suspected
that honesty is probably subjective.
and the best policy is not the golden rule,
because what you think's the truth, depends on the perspective.
but their aim's a mess,
their focused on the hopeless thoughts
that are already lost and laid to rest.
plus where truth lies and where lies reside,
in some peoples' eyes, often have the same address.
so why should i have to try and give the best of me
when you can see it's a skewed thin line
between a hard place and sandstone
and sticks may break bones, cool that's fine...
but still, you and i feel when lies hurt.
but don't they say the same thing for the inconvenient truth?
so i'm asking what's my effort really worth,
when to attachments... i say "F it...
cut the noose"
and not in just the physical aspect.
but i know if you ask "if, or when, or who, or how",
you may raise your little brow
and question whether my intentions are good.
but i should make this perfectly understood.
in the days before yesteryear, for a couple months,
i was down for a minute and i wanted to give up.
on second thought, i wasn't distraught...just detached.
so i undid all my knots, my ties, and my grasp
on reality loosened up and let go.
no emotional investment, a modern-day Meursault.
you couldn't tell me nothin', but your double-negatives
multiplied, so that's why i decided to live
like pinocchio, oh you know, no strings attached.
so i floated away like driftwood on my back
to my nomad's island, without a skipper or a gilligan,
but this wooden boy wanted the joy of how to feel again.
so after a while, i decided i'll leave my deserted isle
in search of anchor.
took time to adjust and had a self-discussion about how to trust and
be less of a stranger.
put myself back in danger, upon the front lines.
took my heart out of it's comfy confines,
and wore it on my sleeve like the stripes of a soldier.
little did i know that was indecent exposure.
because, contrary to what they told ya, it's suspected
that honesty is probably subjective.
and the best policy is not the golden rule,
because what you think's the truth, depends on the perspective.
but their aim's a mess,
their focused on the hopeless thoughts
that are already lost and laid to rest.
plus where truth lies and where lies reside,
in some peoples' eyes, often have the same address.
so why should i have to try and give the best of me
when you can see it's a skewed thin line
between a hard place and sandstone
and sticks may break bones, cool that's fine...
but still, you and i feel when lies hurt.
but don't they say the same thing for the inconvenient truth?
so i'm asking what's my effort really worth,
when to attachments... i say "F it...
cut the noose"