May 4, 2019: "Blueprints," By Cycle of Hands
This is a simple Blueprint I made of how moments exist independently yet connected to other moments that then find the proper place on the linear timeline to connect to. Left is birth, on the right is death. The four sided stars represent divine connections and the keys represent the unlocking of goals that were made for ones life.
Lyrics:
Somehow I am still here
Through all the days and the months and all the years
Through the tears and the time spent living in fear
Not knowing if I was going close to anywhere near
The destination I envisioned in my imagination
As a teen sitting in the basement
Feeling safe getting wasted
uncertainty of what my place is
In space and time, existence I was graced with
Damn it went so slow but now it seems so swift
How many moments went by that I completely missed?
I’m pissed - thinking of how many things I forget
All the perfect diamonds there were dug up from the shit
I’ll admit - I’ve never been someone of a sharpened wit
My thoughts are random and most often they're mixed
I’m amazed at how many people can seem like they fit
My shape doesn’t place without a piece getting chipped
This one is for me the who is still in the past
I can feel you looking at me with so much doubt
Just want to make sure that you know we are here
It’s not what you expected but it doesn’t need correction
I’m but still a connection and I give you my protection
I am looking at the pictures I drew from the past
They’re looking more like blueprints now
It’s weird how that works out
I must have known something then
Cause I feel I’m living in the shapes from the pen
That I drew in long days of way back when
But then again more than anything it makes sense
The past is as real as the present tense
And I have always been the author of how good it can get
Regret is an unfortunate thing
Dirt that you will never be able to wash completely clean
Maybe it’s a matter of changing how you think
Because you don’t know what blessings required you to sink
Perhaps hitting rock bottom is what one truly needs
To understand the soil and the look of the weeds
To see the spots that are perfect for planting seeds
That will sprout and grow to be the tallest trees
This one is for me the who is still in the past
I can feel you looking at me with so much doubt
Just want to make sure that you know we are here
It’s not what you expected but it doesn’t need correction
I’m but still a connection and I give you my protection