It is my belief that the meaning of all works of art are subject to individuality. While I would love to tell you what my intentions are with each work I do, it means more to me that my pieces make an impact on you. Even uncertainty is a process of thought which can lead to discovery. Thanks, A.N.Trani.
Stumbling, trembling, bumbling about
The words are there but won’t come out
And silence or sleep evades the mind
And the sounds of the throat you can’t quite find
So you shift on your hip and you smile so bright
Because this is a battle you weren’t meant to fight
So you laugh and you play and you follow along
But you trip and you fall because you don’t belong
Your throat’s dry, you feel sick, you shift once again
Though you know your crowd they are none of them friends
And you can’t find a point, so your pointlessly lost
And you stumble about, terrified of the cost
And you hunt for the words and you scold the blank page
Though it’s filled with your words “what’s it say”
Oh this passion so cruel, oh this stupid old thing
It’s as worthless as church bells that can’t even ring
And you hunt for the words that you can’t seem to say
Hoping this nervousness will just go away.
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