Hanging from a tree, who or what put you there? |
What Will You Find by Keaton Foster Do you see Do you believe Is what you need More than most Are you a dope On a rope Hanging from a tree Waiting to be freed Swinging around Fighting to breathe Quantifiable Each beat Lumbering along Mumbling a song Life not worth living Death a misconception Between you reside Doing your time On that rope Will it ever give way Will the weight Of what you think Ever be enough To break the bind Snap the twine Will you ever fall And be relived Of what it means To be yourself In a world Of so many else What will you find Down upon the ground Will it be deep Will it be profound Will it matter at all Or what matters Mean less than it does now Who hanged you there And made the rope Just enough to hold Not easily broken But rather a token Of an idea unspoken What is God above Or the devil below Or has it always been Your own damn self Further still Who added the stones Who put those weights Upon your weakened soul What will you find When and if You have the chance To search yourself Lighten the load Or add more gross A weight unbearable An amount unsustainable Will the sound of life Or the fall of death Be greater than now What will you find Will you want to know Or will you somehow hope That any fall you might face Will be enough to set you free Whatever such a thing As freedom for you Could mean… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024 |