Bridges Made of Matches
Reflections on Self-Destruction: Bridges & Matches
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The boards of these matches
The structure or foundation made of matchsticks.
Still creak beneath my feet
The matchstick structure still makes noise as I walk on it, suggesting fragility or instability.
I'm already lighting that match
I am initiating a destructive process by lighting a match.
Already burning it down
I am already in the process of destroying something.
It's getting harder to look in the mirror lately
It's becoming challenging to confront myself in the mirror, possibly due to guilt or self-reflection.
Afraid the gears on this clock are going to stop turning
Fear that time is running out before I understand my purpose or direction in life.
Before i figure out just what I'm doing here
Uncertainty about my existence and purpose, feeling lost.
Sometimes its all so certain
Life sometimes feels predictable and definite.
Sometimes its so unclear
Other times, life seems confusing and uncertain.
This melody in my mind slows down sometimes
The musical tune in my thoughts slows down at times.
My dance quiets to a shuffle 'cross the floor
My lively and energetic actions become subdued and less vibrant.
Nights go out and my friends go home
People leave, and I'm left alone, possibly feeling abandoned.
And I'm left standing behind this lonely door
I remain isolated, facing a closed door, emphasizing loneliness.
The same silence where i find my sanctuary
Quietness and solitude become my refuge or safe place.
Locked away my silent prayers for comfort
I keep my unspoken prayers for comfort hidden away.
Waiting for that sun to shine
Waiting for positive change or enlightenment, symbolized by the sun shining.
Down on me
Anticipating the warmth of positive experiences.
That warmth on my skin starts to burn
The anticipated positivity becomes intense and potentially painful.
Behind these iron bars
Feeling confined or restrained, possibly by personal struggles.
Through this open window
Despite confinement, there's still a glimpse of hope or opportunity.
I'm waiting for that sun to sun shine
Continuing to wait for positive change or enlightenment.
Wish these scars could form a name across my heart
Wishing the visible scars on my heart could represent the source of my pain.
At least then I'd know who to blame
A desire for clarity, even if it means identifying someone to blame.
As I look through the haze of my selfish ways
Reflecting on past selfish actions and their impact, possibly through a haze of regret.
It starts to look a lot like my name
The realization that the consequences resemble one's own name, indicating personal responsibility.
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