Artist: O.A.R. (of a revolution)
Album: King
Genre: Rock
Notes: It is the following lines that captured my attention, though really the whole song spoke to me:
Why do I draw these line
They keep me out of reach
It's not what I wanted, no
but it brings me to my knees
I've talked about building walls in the past (in a poem or two); the idea of drawing lines--boarders so to speak--seemed to hit the same chord for me.
It Brings Me To My Knees
Stuck--as one tire spins in the mud
the other does nothing--that's me
stepping on the gas and going no where;
I'm baked and caked in this crud
with no way of escaping this cell.
I itch to break free
scribble outside the lines
drawn by my own hand;
this is no way to be
stuck out of reach.
Lost--that pesky rabbit's turned the signs
this way and that--my sense of direction
no longer pointing due north leaving me
no where; I'm sitting on the sidelines
of my own life watching it pass me by.
My destination
eludes my grasp
so turned around
in frustration--
lost to my own self.
Falling--like Alice Through the Looking Glass
plunges down the hole--I seek
to find hold of something - anything -
the smallest bit of hope to blast
away the lines, to clear the path ahead
The sky is bleak
but somewhere
up ahead I know
the sun will peak
lighting my way.
At least that's what I tell myself, for I dare
not allow myself to live in utter despair
when I can fall to my knees in prayer.
An Aside: The final stanza was suppose to be a couplet. At first the last line was "not allow myself to fall to my knees in prayer." But then I wasn't so sure about going there (with praying). So I changed it to the current second line of the stanza. It wasn't until I went back to write the note above that I thought the line "but it brings me too my knees" kind of fit the idea of prayer. So I debated between the two for a bit before deciding (for now at least) to let them both stand.
An Form Aside: With the exception of the final stanza, the above was an attempt at a Weave. This form was introduced by its creator over at dVerse Poets Pub along with another form called Karousel. To read more about either form and to check out some Karousels and Weaves from the talent dVerse pub-goers, stop on in for a pint or two of delicious verse.
A Final Aside: My Cousin Vinny (stuck), Bugs Bunny (lost), and Alice in Wonderland (falling). Quite honestly in my current frame of mind I can't even guarantee that the above poem makes sense, let alone explain how these three references made there way into this piece. I don't really think this is where I had expected to end up when this song first struck a chord--I may even end up revisiting the song again once my head clears--but I've learned never to question inspiration.
