Like A Flower Into A Field
Blossoming Desolation: The Pine Forest's Poetic Journey
Lyrics
I disappear like a flower into a field
I vanish or fade away like a flower blending into a vast field.
I never know how to leave when it's time to go
I struggle with the departure, uncertain of the appropriate time to leave.
To notice that what I'm looking at is your reality
I realize that my perception is focused on your reality.
In a sphere that I could leave in time; escaping misery
In a realm I could escape from, a place to avoid suffering and distress.
The waves I form never leave the shore
The impact I make doesn't extend beyond a certain limit or boundary.
The things I've learned don't include the ones I've lost
The knowledge I've gained excludes those I've lost.
I'm all alone when I'm without my comfort zone
I feel isolated when I'm outside my comfort zone.
I'm spinning around what leaves me out of every sound
I'm disoriented by what excludes me from every audible experience.
Insomniac: when I lose track of how it all comes back
Experiencing insomnia when I lose track of the return of memories.
Finding a path through the voices that habit my thoughtless shack
Navigating through the influences that occupy my mind without purpose.
I'm detached from scenery I pass
I feel emotionally detached from the landscapes I pass.
A voidless form crawling slowly accross the floor
A formless existence slowly moving across an empty space.
Anyone I see is everyone that I can't become
Everyone I encounter represents an ideal I can never attain.
Coming close to a breakthrough
Approaching a moment of significant progress or revelation.
Raise your arms out but don't move
Raise your arms in anticipation but stay still.
Never seem to disappear
Struggling to completely fade away or disappear.
Among the Flowers on the Field
Amid the flowers in the field, suggesting a connection with nature.
We're coming close to a breakthrough
Repeating the idea of approaching a significant breakthrough.
Raise our arms out but don't move
Again, the anticipation of progress, raising arms but remaining still.
Never seem so unconcealed
Not appearing as concealed or hidden as before.
You're the Flower, I'm the Field
Symbolically, the listener is the flower, and the singer is the field.
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