Introspection

 

Thoughts. Reflections of the soul projected outwards through the lens of us. What makes us think how we do. It becomes second nature, how we think.

 Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull
And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull
At night, I wake up with the sheets soakin' wet
And a freight train runnin' through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
 

Thoughts.

 Thoughts are funny. They are something we do every waking secnond. What shapes them. Interactions, people around us, people who shape, polish and define our lens through which we project everything we see and we do. What does it mean to be a person. How much is us, how much is what people around us shape.

 

 

I had a house up on a hill, with a little garden and all the frills

and darling, you never came 

I had a train right on the track, now it's gone not coming back 

Should be quite a shame 

So take my house, take my river, 

take my bread, all but a sliver 

Darling, don't take my name 

Who you think you're running to? 

Heart's gone empty, why don't you just throw it away? 

Cause I'm gone…beyond the fray 

I took my time, did my duty, wanted you to see the beauty, 

lover, you got in my way 

You think you're god's gift to man, but next to me you couldn't stand 

to be seen so afraid 

So take my house, take my river, 

take my bread, all but a sliver 

Darling, don't take my name 

Take my bills, take my dryer, 

take my dishes if you're dire 

and burn 'em all, upon a pyre 

and lover, don't take my name 

Who you think you're running to? 

Heart's gone empty, means nothing to you if I don't stay

Cause I'm gone…beyond the fray 

Now I'm gone beyond the fray