This Is Where
Navigating Life's Currents: A Melodic Reflection on Uncertainty
Lyrics
The wind howls 'cross the ice floes
The wind is howling across the ice floes.
Send the frozen snow skimming
Frozen snow is sent skimming.
A river on a river hardened over
A river is formed on a river that has frozen over.
It doesn't know the way it's going
The river doesn't have a defined direction.
Is it north or south or westward
Uncertainty about the direction—north, south, or westward.
It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over
It glides across the shoreline until it's over.
You came for me in fast forward
You came quickly, seeking something predetermined.
On a claim for something ordered
Pursuing a path beyond the history that held you.
A way through and past the history that held you
Seeking a way through and past challenges.
I'd tell my own story through you
Telling a personal story through someone else.
Tell it loud to never lose you
Telling it loudly to avoid losing that person.
A moth caught be the flame it could cannot measure
A metaphor of being attracted to something powerful but immeasurable.
And there we go again, wishing something bolder
Expressing a desire for something more daring.
Trying to push and pull inside this moment
Attempting to influence and navigate the present moment.
Trying to mold this life within our hands
Trying to shape and control life within our grasp.
This is where the whole world keeps on turning
Reflecting on the ongoing cycle of the world.
This is where we come undone...undone
Acknowledging a point where things unravel or fall apart.
Will they measure me by branches
Questioning if one's life will be measured by achievements.
Count the rings and take my ashes
Contemplating the aftermath of life and death.
Mark the ground where I fell and carry on
Wondering if there will be a lasting impact or just moving on.
Or will we bite against the silence
Considering whether silence or noise will define our existence.
Fill our days with noise and violence
Filling days with activity and chaos, risking losing our true selves.
Not recognize our hearts when we are done
The fear of not recognizing our hearts at the end.
There we'll go again wishing something bolder
Reiterating the desire for something more daring.
Trying to push and pull inside this moment
Continuing efforts to shape the present moment.
Trying to mold this life within our hands
Striving to control and mold life within our hands.
This is where the whole world keeps on turning
Reflecting again on the continuous cycle of the world.
This is where we come undone
Revisiting the point where things come undone.
We don't know where it's going
Reiteration of uncertainty about the direction of the river.
Is it north or south or westward
Questioning the destination—north, south, or westward.
It just glides across the shoreline 'til it's over
Repeating the image of the river gliding until it's over.
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