Now

Change is as inevitable as is being, but knowing that doesn't stop us from being the funny beings that we are, always holding on to how things were, who we were, and in the process, failing to pay attention to who we are, and how we can grow. Sort of a song I'm working on about coming to terms with the present. The recording is when I was playing whatever little of the song that had taken some shape to my friends in my dorm (as rough, unprepared and untouched as it can get).

Listen here.

It's getting colder now, the sun's setting down on me
I think I need a shoulder now, I'm done leaning just on me
I'm trying to function now, getting through to you or me
Words are fighting tension now, never letting me be

Thoughts dividing attention now, I can't hear much or see
Tired and bound and I don't know how, how to set the guilt free
Trying to find the bends there, but we're all too scared,
The colours in these cracks seem all too real.
And I don't know why, and I'm not sure  where,
The changing wind just makes me reel.
I'm getting close now, finding what I chose, now
And suddenly i'm so aware of my heartbeat.
Something's in my throat now, holding on to the boat now,
And i'm here and it's all in place, but the mess is all I can see.

Photo by Scott Schwartz, available here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/126793344@N05/15158565157