Sunday Metal Reflections

"Hollow Life"

Beating the fall

I can’t help but desire of falling down this time

Deep in this hole of my making I can't escape

Falling all this time

We come to this place

Falling through time

Living a hollow life

Always we're taking

Waiting for signs

Hollow lives...

Fearing to fall and

Still the ground below me calls

Falling down this time

Ripping apart all

These things I have tried to stop

Falling all this time

Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?

Search in vain?

Asking why?

All alone?

Where is God?

Looking down?

We don’t know?

We fall in space,

We can't look down,

Death may come

Peace I have found

What to say?

Am I alive,

Am I asleep?

Or have I died?

(Wanting Peace)

We fall in space

(Wanting Peace)

We can't look down,

Death may come,

(Something takes a hold of me)

Peace I have found

(Something takes a hold of me)

I want to say my whole life,

Am I asleep?

We fall down.

All the explanations and drama will eventually chew on me. All the words, the rationalization and the madness will soon tear me apart. The reasoning, in due time will ultimately haunt me.

This is the song I am currently listening to and once again, I am being lost in the genius of the song’s meaning. To relate and be one with the meaning of the song is virtually what I do. Actually it’s really not the song that makes me think, it’s the ability to remember and make connections, that’s what makes people be able to relate with songs. These songs simply augment the feeling and intensify the emotions in a very majestic way.

Why can’t people let go? Is it because of the pain that doesn't seem to go away? Is it because of the nagging culpability of destroying enchanted connections and the guilt that comes with it? Is it because of selfishness and wanting to attain personal happiness?

One thing always leads to another and when we back off and do a U-turn, it consequentially results to bigger problems and massive melancholia. Then our brain starts thinking, ideas spinning, thoughts getting out of control, and with its transpiration, we fall to the ground and we start living a hollowed life.

The problem of caring too much, thinking too much and using too much of your heart… we put too much worth to that thing we care for, we put too much importance to that idea we are thinking of and we put too much love on that person our hearts beat for.

And we disregard the pain, But we unknowingly create a bigger pain:

The pain of losing ourselves in the process,

Of caring,

Of Thinking,

Of Loving…

And we forget our worth.

Not having gears, not having brakes, as we fall freely. The problem with too much speed is that we lose control of the situation and a miniscule bump can doom us.

Then we see the situation too late, the cruel paradox of being addicted with speed to save time is precisely the very reason that made people unable to identify what is more essential. People usually shift their focus in time, but in the process, they forget the saving part. They have forgotten that there’s no more time in saving what is in between caring, thinking and loving.

Vindicating selfless acts as noble,

demanding madness to steer them into reason,

Probing the loopholes of reason to quantify emotions…

A hollowed life, in a hollowed park,

Where two souls used to find peace,

A soul tree watched it grow and die,

Ending with a caterpillar turned butterfly,

Dandelion wishes of the past filled with hope,

Flowers withered in the present devoid of worth.

Living in a fantasy trapped in the past,

Senseless yearning, Isolation cast,

Dismissive apprehension,

Choking anticipation,

Conceited attention,

Wheel like depression.

So in the end, all we can do is bask in our own music.

(I think this rendition is the best I've heard so far. or its because of my bias, Marshall of WOTE is there!)

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