Tethered

It seems easier for them
Drifting in and out again
From the warmest clutch, of familiar lines
There's resistance there for me
To pull away from printed scenes
Or the sweetest hiss, of the playback

A vastly different impression is left behind
A conflict of colors, and hues, misaligned
Unsure of what solutions I'd find
All I know...
I leave a little more of me behind

Silently envying the rest
As they casually display
The ability to summon up all their histories
Without a hint of hanging sorrow
Or a somber train of thought
For me, it stings a little more than you'd expect it to

With low expectations, it seems absurd
The line between versions is hopelessly blurred
And what had once settled, is stirred
All I know...
I return with less than what I carried through

A vastly different impression is left behind
A conflict of colors, and hues, misaligned
Unsure of what solutions I'd find
All I know...
I leave a little more of me...



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Nickerson
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