Talking Lake
Whispers of Hope by the Talking Lake
Lyrics
I could go my way
I contemplate choosing my own path
I could go my way
Repetition emphasizes the idea of individual decision-making
If there's a lust there's a will
Where there's desire, there's determination
But I feel listless today
Despite this, I feel lacking in energy today
There's a talking lake
A metaphorical lake that communicates
I need to meet that lake
I feel a need to connect with this talking lake
Not so far from here
It's not too far away, making the journey feasible
Not too long a trip to take
A relatively short trip to reach the talking lake
I go down to the shore
I approach the lake's edge
And tell what's on my mind
I express my thoughts and feelings to the lake
The lake won't talk
The lake doesn't audibly respond, but I believe it comprehends
But I'm sure it'll understand
A belief in the lake's understanding despite its lack of speech
To hope is a process like breathing
Hope is described as a continuous process, akin to breathing
If you stop you bet your heart gets cold
If hope ceases, the heart becomes cold metaphorically
To love is to hear its beating
Love is equated with the awareness of one's heartbeat
When you stand at fork in the road
A metaphorical choice point in life
Sometimes I feel
At times, I feel like a criminal or someone dishonest
Like a thug or a thief
A sense of inner conflict or guilt
Sometimes I feel
Repetition of the feeling of inner turmoil
I have drowned a sackful of dreams
It seems I have abandoned or betrayed numerous dreams
That you offered to me
Dreams offered by someone, now seemingly lost
To cherish and keep
The dreams were meant to be cherished and preserved
Sometimes I feel I have drowned a sackful of dreams
Reiteration of the feeling of losing valuable dreams
It's the same old lake
The same talking lake as before
I must go there once again
The speaker feels compelled to revisit the lake
The lake won't talk
Similar to before, the lake won't verbally respond
But it'll carry this bag for a while
Yet, the lake will carry the burden of the speaker's thoughts for a while
To hope is a process like breathing
Reiteration of hope as an ongoing process
If you stop you bet your heart gets cold
Stopping hope leads to emotional coldness
To love is to hear its beating
Love involves being attuned to the heartbeat, especially at life's crossroads
When you stand at fork in the road
Reiteration of the metaphorical choice point in life
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