It begins with a tragic sigh
A sudden cool breeze
Tortuous cold fog
Leaving you unable to see
After a while, you stare at the broken pieces
Your shadow shattered on the floor
Tears falling one by one
You wait for someone to knock at the door
Days pass by, while you sit and rot
Too scared to open your eyes
You keep the curtains closed
You question, “Time flies?”
But then on a very subtle day
You shake your head and get up
It starts with taking a deep breath
Feeling that air in your body, down your lungs
You walk to the kitchen, slow and steady
And make some coffee for yourself
Still confused but something lights up inside you
You pick up and read the book buried on the shelf
It seems like you have to start from the beginning
Back from when you were just a kid
Pushed into this cruel world to “live”
Your whole life looks like a dark pyramid
You no longer wait for that knock
You stop longing for that one hug
You give up on the idea of being “saved”
So you ponder and let it go with a soft shrug
Whatever meant the most to you
Sounds like a stupid idea now
All that grief you were holding within
Seems like a television picture or a show
And this is how you know
This is the art of letting go
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
It begins with a tragic sigh
A sudden cool breeze
Tortuous cold fog
Leaving you unable to see
After a while, you stare at the broken pieces
Your shadow shattered on the floor
Tears falling one by one
You wait for someone to knock at the door
Days pass by, while you sit and rot
Too scared to open your eyes
You keep the curtains closed
You question, “Time flies?”
But then on a very subtle day
You shake your head and get up
It starts with taking a deep breath
Feeling that air in your body, down your lungs
You walk to the kitchen, slow and steady
And make some coffee for yourself
Still confused but something lights up inside you
You pick up and read the book buried on the shelf
It seems like you have to start from the beginning
Back from when you were just a kid
Pushed into this cruel world to “live”
Your whole life looks like a dark pyramid
You no longer wait for that knock
You stop longing for that one hug
You give up on the idea of being “saved”
So you ponder and let it go with a soft shrug
Whatever meant the most to you
Sounds like a stupid idea now
All that grief you were holding within
Seems like a television picture or a show
And this is how you know
This is the art of letting go
