I need some help figuring out what this poem's about. Please tear it up. I don't get poetry.
My fingertips are slow but getting used to it
I hope I make the cut before they judge unfit
The works I've done to what i've become
To be somewhere in the middle of it
And for what I do, I find it hard to find
The words and phrases that give the slightest sign
To the works I give all that I would live
To the efforts I ever defend from Time
There's one sight I'd give it all to see
That hidden Cameras caught, and the person next to me
Was scared away by the things i'd say
To a never ending, infinite entity
You'd never shy from anything that shows
The truth about you that everybody knows
That evey sigh is a pleading cry
For tickets to a train that only goes
I look at your eyes as if we're holding hands
Or as though a blissful plane just barely lands
And now the works I make are yours to take
Not left or lost in the empty sands
But, Brandon, it makes so much sense!
ReplyDeleteThis person is just trying to be themselves and worried about whether or not other people will like it. They're not even sure who they are yet!
All they want is a someone who won't judge who they are. They want to be understood. They feel like they'll never be good enough, like, with the Train part, they don't think they can do it.
Or maybe they hope someone will like what they create. Maybe they just need validation.
This is fantastic. It sounds like an awesome Indie/classic rock song.
Ya, I was actually thinking of making it a song. Thanks for the analysis, it makes it almost seem like I knew what I was writing. I'm also thinking of adding more verses. It doesn't seem quite finished. Thank you again.
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