Like the Scythe in the Ripened Field
Echoes of Fear: A Poetic Journey Through Life's Turmoil
Lyrics
I cling to the branches like snow
I hold on firmly to the branches, resembling snow.
in the valley during spring
Similar to snow in a valley during springtime.
like a cold spray
Depicting a cold spray, perhaps symbolizing a chilling presence.
I drift in the wind.
I move with the wind, drifting in its currents.
I fall wet into blooms as a drop,
I fall into blossoms like a drop, contributing to their decay.
around which they decay
Describing the decay around me, akin to a bog.
like around a bog.
Continuing the imagery of decay, emphasizing a surrounding bog.
""Because I can't go quietly, I fly
Expressing a refusal to go quietly, opting to fly and disrupt.
through every sky over sound buildings,
Flying through various skies, causing chaos around solid structures.
toppling pillars and punching holes in walls.
Toppling pillars and creating holes in walls during the chaotic flight.
Because I cant sleep at night,
Attributing sleeplessness to warning others with distant sea roars.
I warn others with the seas distant roars.
The poet climbs into a waterfall's mouth, releasing thundering boulders from mountains.
I climb into the mouth of the waterfall,
Imagery of a grown child influenced by global fears.
and from the mountains I release thundering boulders.""
Hanging in peace and joy, akin to the rhythmic strokes of time.
I am the grown child of world fear,
The poet identifies as someone constantly contemplating death.
who in peace and joy hangs
The poet reflects on being preoccupied with thoughts of death.
like the strokes of the hour in the days progress,
Describing a persistent contemplation of death in various situations.
like the scythe in the ripened field.
Comparing oneself to a scythe in a ripe field, possibly signifying inevitability.
I am the incessant-thinking-about-death.
Repetition of the constant contemplation of death.
I am the incessant-thinking-about-death.
Continuation of the theme, underscoring an ongoing preoccupation with mortality.
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