Pockets
Pockets of Reflection: Unveiling Life's Quirky Treasures
Lyrics
Here comes Pockets
Introducing the character "Pockets."
His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
His pants symbolize numerous hidden faults or secrets.
The maddest things we ever found in bins
He collects bizarre or crazy things, often discarded.
He clutches them and looks at you and grins
He holds onto these items and smiles mischievously.
Here comes Pockets
Reiteration of the introduction of "Pockets."
The children wary of what they may contain
Children are cautious about what's within Pockets' pants.
The linen may have changed, the contents same
Although the appearance changes, the contents remain strange.
A trouser-treasure island with no name
Pockets' pants are like an unknown treasure island.
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot
Socially isolated at a neglected platform.
Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
Collecting discarded tickets in a place of deprivation.
When you're on that train of thought
Metaphorically riding a train of thought.
You pass some pretty funky stops
Encountering unique experiences on this mental journey.
When you're on that train of thought
Reiteration of encountering diverse experiences.
You pass some pretty funky stops
Reiteration of diverse experiences.
That's the Pocket, let him be
Acceptance of Pockets' nature; let him be.
That's the Pocket, let him be
Reiteration of accepting Pockets as he is.
Here comes Pockets
Another introduction of "Pockets."
Picking up the things we cannot see
Picking up intangible or invisible things.
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree
Collecting random, insignificant items.
Things of no value to you or me
Things without value to others.
Here comes Pockets
Reiteration of "Pockets" arriving.
Reduced through history to just a crawl
Pockets reduced in significance over time.
History turns the tall into the small
History diminishes the importance of individuals.
But natural born trawlers love to trawl
But collectors still enjoy collecting.
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Pockets' dream guitar is somewhere unattainable.
Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
The guitar might be hidden or neglected.
We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
We can aspire to dreams but can't keep them all.
That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall
Learning from hardships before experiencing them.
That's the Pocket, let him be
Reaffirmation of accepting Pockets.
That's the Pocket, let him be
Reiteration of accepting Pockets' nature.
And he's clinging on to hope
Pockets holds onto hope despite challenges.
Like the oak tree to the gale
Hopeful resilience in the face of adversity.
'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale
Finding a small reason amidst chaos.
Is one single reason, why the Pocket will not fail
A single reason why Pockets perseveres.
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