With the Grain
Embracing Liberation: Unveiling the Symbolism in 'With the Grain'
Lyrics
I recognize this old wood
I am familiar with this aged wood.
The grain, the cracks, the stains
Observing the patterns, imperfections, and marks on the wood.
That seem to be a part of everything
These features seem integral to everything around.
I need it much more than I should
I have a strong, perhaps excessive, need for it.
The memories it holds
The memories contained within the wood are significant.
And the illusion of support it brings
The wood provides a deceptive sense of support.
Feels like I've lived a hundred lives
It feels like I've experienced numerous lives.
Looking through these windows
Looking through windows, reflecting on the past.
Waiting for the absolution I desire
Awaiting the forgiveness or redemption I seek.
I will know when it arrives
I will recognize it when it comes.
By the solace of weightlessness
Identified by a sense of weightlessness and the energy of passion.
And the energy of fire
Referring to a transformative and intense experience.
Then this wood won't hold me down
The wood will no longer restrain me.
Anymore
No longer constrained by the limitations of the wood.
And my heart won't hold me down
My heart is free from self-imposed limitations.
Anymore
No longer burdened by emotional constraints.
Searching for those hidden spaces
Seeking concealed spaces to contain past burdens.
To hold all that I've carried
To store the weight I have carried.
And the remnants that remain
Referring to the remnants of experiences that persist.
Pleading with familiar faces
Asking for approval from familiar faces to embrace growth.
To give me their permission
Seeking permission to accept all that has been gained.
To embrace all that I've gained
Wanting acknowledgment for personal development.
Then this wood can't hold me down
The wood will no longer confine me.
Anymore
Freedom from the restrictions of the wood.
And my words can't hold me down
My words will not hold me back.
Anymore
Emancipated from verbal limitations.
I've fallen through the cracks
Experiencing challenges and difficulties.
Trying to unpack
Attempting to understand and deal with the past.
All the relics from the past
Sorting through historical artifacts and memories.
But I can't keep them in the fold
But unable to contain or control them.
They're not mine to hold
Realizing that these relics are not mine to keep.
I can let them go
I can release them and let go of the past.
Then this wood will spark the flame
The wood will ignite the transformative flame I've been waiting for.
I've waited for
The awaited spark of change and growth.
And this fire won't need the wood
The fire will not rely on the wood any longer.
Anymore
The transformative fire is self-sustaining.
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