Eternal Circle
This song, these lyrics although new in my memory mean something to me nothing has, something individual yet familiar. The first time I had heard this song I remember where we were on the road, I remember where it started, the morning fog, the cows, the green pond with the broken shed.
The guitar played into my ears through my headphones, simple, I like songs where even if there is no complete silence I can still hear the absence of sound. His voice sings a song through me as if he is speaking of my own life, my own experiences. Even though I am not a man or a performer of that sort his use of the first person puts me in the perspective of the singer. I can see her, the girl calling to my song with yellow light bouncing off her hair but I am trapped by the words I am singing.
Does she like me?
Does she love me?
He, or I am in between my responsibilities and my enjoyment, my happiness, or my love, one of those three or all of them at once. That boy who smiled at me while I walked by him working on his house or that girl I held eye contact with for a few seconds longer than normal in Montreal or that boy I danced with. They are all her, she is the lover that I don't know, never knew and never will know. The obligations, my obligations, kept, keep and will continue to keep me from forming connections, where I needed to be, where I will need to be, what I need to be doing. This my life yet the things I do in it keep me from living it, from experiencing it.
I remember where the third verse in the song was on the road, the field, the sky of yellow, pink and light orange and the sun reflecting off of my hair. I fell in love with the sky all its lines, shapes and edges just as the singer fell for the girl.
Who is she?
Is she the world, the unknown lover or a concept, she is all of those things. She is the nature that calls me, the lover that comes and leaves, she is a mirage.
I remember where the song ended, the trees that rushed by in streams of somber colors and the luminous sky that was so far away. As he stopped singing and put down his guitar she was gone. As the sky was up unfathomably high. She and it still exist but at unreachable distances. She and the temporary connections I make with this world have passed and are now far off from this present moment because life just chose to work that was whether it was a lesson or pure coincidence.
Was I ever that girl?
I will never know unless life brings that person, place or idea back to me.
This song, these lyrics although new in my memory mean something to me nothing has, something individual yet familiar. The first time I had heard this song I remember where we were on the road, I remember where it started, the morning fog, the cows, the green pond with the broken shed.
The guitar played into my ears through my headphones, simple, I like songs where even if there is no complete silence I can still hear the absence of sound. His voice sings a song through me as if he is speaking of my own life, my own experiences. Even though I am not a man or a performer of that sort his use of the first person puts me in the perspective of the singer. I can see her, the girl calling to my song with yellow light bouncing off her hair but I am trapped by the words I am singing.
Does she like me?
Does she love me?
He, or I am in between my responsibilities and my enjoyment, my happiness, or my love, one of those three or all of them at once. That boy who smiled at me while I walked by him working on his house or that girl I held eye contact with for a few seconds longer than normal in Montreal or that boy I danced with. They are all her, she is the lover that I don't know, never knew and never will know. The obligations, my obligations, kept, keep and will continue to keep me from forming connections, where I needed to be, where I will need to be, what I need to be doing. This my life yet the things I do in it keep me from living it, from experiencing it.
I remember where the third verse in the song was on the road, the field, the sky of yellow, pink and light orange and the sun reflecting off of my hair. I fell in love with the sky all its lines, shapes and edges just as the singer fell for the girl.
Who is she?
Is she the world, the unknown lover or a concept, she is all of those things. She is the nature that calls me, the lover that comes and leaves, she is a mirage.
I remember where the song ended, the trees that rushed by in streams of somber colors and the luminous sky that was so far away. As he stopped singing and put down his guitar she was gone. As the sky was up unfathomably high. She and it still exist but at unreachable distances. She and the temporary connections I make with this world have passed and are now far off from this present moment because life just chose to work that was whether it was a lesson or pure coincidence.
Was I ever that girl?
I will never know unless life brings that person, place or idea back to me.