The water wheel is spinning, the grind is turning, the wheat is crushed into grain.
You spin, spin, spin on your seat on a paddle of the water wheel. Forced underwater. Death...death and darkness and loss of breath. At death's door, you emerge into the sunlight. You gasp the fresh air with glee as the wheel carries you higher and higher until you almost feel like you could touch the sky. Trail your fingertips across the lacy edges of the billowy ships of the air. But no sooner are your poised to grasp the heavens, the water wheel is thrusting you down again. Your hand reaches up for the sun to pull you up and save you but the sun can't. It's too late. You're back underwater again.
You're drowning again. And this is your entire life. A never ending cycle of bright light and dark pain.
Lyrical Inspiration for this entry:
Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl, Under a lampshade or on the shelf Beside the bed where at night You lay turning like a door on it's hinges? (First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again) Why burn poor and lonely? Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building. We'll cut into shape & set into place or if you'd rather be a window, I'll gladly be the frame reflecting any kind words, We'll let in all the blame (And ruin our reputation all the same) Never mind out plan making, We'll start living......anyway, Aren't you unbearbly sad? Then why burn so poor and lonely? We'll be like torches - We'll be torches together! With whatever respect our tattered dignity demands Torches together, hand in hand Why pluck one string - What good is just one note? Oh, one string sounds fine I guess....We were once 'One Notes', We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain (What light and momentary pain!) So why his safe distance, this curious look? Why tear our single pages when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar? Strum the guitar! With no beginning, with no end Take down a guitar and strum the guitar if you're afraid, And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore You played the flute but no one was dancing You sang a sad song and none of us cried