Monarch
Embracing Transformation: Monarch's Flight of Self-Discovery
Lyrics
Afternoon, when I saw your cocoon hanging silent
Observing a cocoon during the afternoon, a transformative stage of a butterfly's life.
Won't be here in the dark of the year when the light's spent
Anticipation of not being present during the darkest time of the year when daylight is scarce.
And bent over a misshapen earth
Contemplating over a distorted or imperfect world.
Bottled up in a drinking cup, I hold and watch you
Holding the cocoon in a drinking cup and closely watching the transformation process.
As the summer yawns and autumn blankets my lawn
Reflecting on the passage of time as summer transitions to autumn.
What will time do to you?
Pondering the impact of time on the transformative process.
Restless fingers, clenched fists, now, now - is it time yet?
Expressing impatience and eagerness for a significant event or change.
Raising brows, counting down, now, now - is it time yet?
Waiting with anticipation, counting down to the awaited moment.
And when the summer lifts
Describing the shift in seasons as summer gives way to autumn.
And the evenings are brisk you will turn south
Predicting the southern migration of the subject as autumn progresses.
And the same turns that the monarch learns
Drawing a parallel between the turns of the monarch butterfly and personal experiences.
From the wind's mouth, will they lift me?
Questioning if the lessons learned from nature's forces will elevate the speaker.
Morning and the dawn of your wings comes too slowly for me
Impatiently awaiting the transformative moment as symbolized by the dawn of wings.
You tap and you twist but your tough chrysalis
Noting the resilience of the cocoon despite attempts to hasten the process.
Is still holding, it seems
Recognizing the challenge of breaking free from the protective chrysalis.
But the trick of the stall
Highlighting the necessity of struggle for personal growth and transformation.
Is you won't get out at all without the struggling
Emphasizing that progress may be hindered without the required effort and resilience.
You've got to be strong cause it won't be long till you're flying
Encouraging strength, implying that the freedom to fly comes after a brief struggle.
To see the orange ocean with black and white flickered songs
Describing a vivid scene of an orange ocean with songs represented by black and white flickers.
The dream of meeting brothers that I have never known
Expressing a dream of connecting with unknown brothers, calling the speaker outward.
Is calling me out
Feeling drawn or compelled by the idea of meeting unknown individuals.
The sea of flame and flutter the yearn to belong
Imagining a sea of vibrant activity and a yearning for a sense of belonging.
The first rip in the darkness, and the sense of my home
Portraying the emergence of light in the darkness and a sense of returning home.
Is calling me out
Feeling a compelling call to return or connect with a familiar and comforting place.
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