Other people’s words.
You read my words and judge me don’t you?
Trying to discover who I am.
Decipher and dissect every syllable and phrase.
Looking to learn a little more about this man
Something in my words provokes a flame.
Intrigue is the Devil by any other name
Some men write their words to buy them favour, maybe time?
I’m happy that if life is short, at least the words I write are mine
We try to change the world using other people’s words
Written from another point of view.
Consuming what is fed to you taken from a spoon.
Trivial scripted rhetoric clings to you like glue.
You suffer in the mundane coz it’s safe.
Longing to be in another time, another place.
Shackled by the phrases in your head.
Imprisoned by the books your Mother and your Father read.
Wake up to the dawn of a new day.
Free your mind and let the words you’ve written show the way.
Conformity minority, your casual phrases rolling from your tongue.
Time to reconsider, time for you to sing a different song.
Subservient in spirit, bitter wounded soul,
Winning popularity but losing all control.
Tell the world exactly what you’ve seen.
Life and time are wasted when you’re tethered to a screen
There’s no need to be scared that the world might disagree.
Your words will paint a picture of everything you see
Refuse to let them tell you what to think.
The consciousness collective drives me to the brink.
Patronising, agonising, scared to be yourself.
You’ll know your place from schooldays to the crypt.
You‘re taught to doubt, but not think about
Reconsider, throw away the script.
I’m supposed to lift my soul from quick sand height.
Hoping from this life I’ll take my leave.
When you're drowning in your sorrow and you've lost the will to fight.
The crushing sadness makes it hard to breathe.
You tell the world that life is somehow brighter
Wasted time, futility, clutching at the straw.
Don’t forget you'll always be a fighter.
Your words become testimony to all the things you saw.
Time to teach the children of the world.
Equality belongs to every boy and girl.
Tainted by the majesty of youth.
Their words will be their unique version of the truth.
You read my words and judge me don’t you?
Trying to discover who I am.
Decipher and dissect every syllable and phrase.
Looking to learn a little more about this man
Something in my words provokes a flame.
Intrigue is the Devil by any other name
Some men write their words to buy them favour, maybe time?
I’m happy that if life is short, at least the words I write are mine
We try to change the world using other people’s words
Written from another point of view.
Consuming what is fed to you taken from a spoon.
Trivial scripted rhetoric clings to you like glue.
You suffer in the mundane coz it’s safe.
Longing to be in another time, another place.
Shackled by the phrases in your head.
Imprisoned by the books your Mother and your Father read.
Wake up to the dawn of a new day.
Free your mind and let the words you’ve written show the way.
Conformity minority, your casual phrases rolling from your tongue.
Time to reconsider, time for you to sing a different song.
Subservient in spirit, bitter wounded soul,
Winning popularity but losing all control.
Tell the world exactly what you’ve seen.
Life and time are wasted when you’re tethered to a screen
There’s no need to be scared that the world might disagree.
Your words will paint a picture of everything you see
Refuse to let them tell you what to think.
The consciousness collective drives me to the brink.
Patronising, agonising, scared to be yourself.
You’ll know your place from schooldays to the crypt.
You‘re taught to doubt, but not think about
Reconsider, throw away the script.
I’m supposed to lift my soul from quick sand height.
Hoping from this life I’ll take my leave.
When you're drowning in your sorrow and you've lost the will to fight.
The crushing sadness makes it hard to breathe.
You tell the world that life is somehow brighter
Wasted time, futility, clutching at the straw.
Don’t forget you'll always be a fighter.
Your words become testimony to all the things you saw.
Time to teach the children of the world.
Equality belongs to every boy and girl.
Tainted by the majesty of youth.
Their words will be their unique version of the truth.
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Chris Duffy (
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Comments3
Took me down a fairly tortured path there Chris. Significant lines there would include:
I’m happy that if life is short, at least the words I write are mine.
Free your mind and let the words you’ve written show the way.
Tell the world exactly what you’ve seen.
Refuse to let them tell you what to think.
Don’t forget you'll always be a fighter.
Your words become testimony to all the things you saw.
Equality belongs to every boy and girl.
Enjoyed the ride.
Cheers Dave.
Not sure what I was trying to convey really.
Modern media, I think influences and disrupts the clarity of our thinking.
Good words Chris, we need to go down our own paths that are right for us.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
I’m not sure where I was going with this.,
I think it’s about free thinking and the noise of modern life that suppress this.
Thanks Andy.
I’m not sure where I was going with this.,
I think it’s about free thinking and the noise of modern life that suppress this.
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