And I heard Rolling in the deep, AGAIN! god! Adlele! everytime I hear her singing, a shiver runs down my spine. She makes everything overwhelming. The lyrics just make too much sense these days.
That tall sharpened pencil that keeps stumbling and rolling on your study table, the one that you put behind your ears or use it to keep your hair tightly wrapped around in a bun, carelessly slide it in your lips and drift away to a whirlwind of thoughts, if's & buts and possibilities.
That tip, that very tip. It's filled with so much power.
We see our dreams, our future, who we want to be right with our eyes wide opened. We live to see. See to live. Our aims, aspirations, goals. We want them bad. We want them soon. We want them now. But however we end up convincing our nerve cells to give it some time, wait for it and then bask in the after glory when it has been achieved. Without thinking we hatch a conspiracy about our future, we want them filled with every kind of object, person, situation, or melo-drama. Yeah, we become greedy, selfish and demanding. We become everything that we shouldn't.
And then all of a sudden, that tall pencil rolls by, falls down and you're left there. Naked, exposed, vulnerable and incomplete. Your dreams get shattered, your hopes get twisted and lips stop to twitch.
You pick the broken lead, take a good long glance at it. Clasp them within your fingers and throw it away with a heavy heart. As if those dreams crashed right at that precise moment when the tip touched the ground. And you're left there all alone, with your dreams to mend and hearts to look after. You look away at another direction, take a deep breath while closing your eyes, turn your head around and there, you're left murmuring, - Almost had it all.
That tall sharpened pencil that keeps stumbling and rolling on your study table, the one that you put behind your ears or use it to keep your hair tightly wrapped around in a bun, carelessly slide it in your lips and drift away to a whirlwind of thoughts, if's & buts and possibilities.
That tip, that very tip. It's filled with so much power.
We see our dreams, our future, who we want to be right with our eyes wide opened. We live to see. See to live. Our aims, aspirations, goals. We want them bad. We want them soon. We want them now. But however we end up convincing our nerve cells to give it some time, wait for it and then bask in the after glory when it has been achieved. Without thinking we hatch a conspiracy about our future, we want them filled with every kind of object, person, situation, or melo-drama. Yeah, we become greedy, selfish and demanding. We become everything that we shouldn't.
And then all of a sudden, that tall pencil rolls by, falls down and you're left there. Naked, exposed, vulnerable and incomplete. Your dreams get shattered, your hopes get twisted and lips stop to twitch.
You pick the broken lead, take a good long glance at it. Clasp them within your fingers and throw it away with a heavy heart. As if those dreams crashed right at that precise moment when the tip touched the ground. And you're left there all alone, with your dreams to mend and hearts to look after. You look away at another direction, take a deep breath while closing your eyes, turn your head around and there, you're left murmuring, - Almost had it all.
Interesting use of pencil to draw attention towards future :) Unfortunately, in life lead gets often broken :( Good article!!
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