Drop after drop after drop of days Going by in a chain from better to worse To better with hope Get used to reality Predictability Responsibility Try harder to keep trying Not dying in the relaxed state Of nothing else to gain Vital not to loose The light of the watchtower That you knew was built for you to find Only for you... All alone in the watchtower... Maybe some day For today, wherever those muddy feet of mine Will take me I wish not to be alone I wish to share my reality I wish to break the bubble That appropriate place Of perfect composure I wish to break into song like A melodramatic Broadway fool I wish to jump in the puddles I wish go scream alive into the wind To feel it tearing at my desperately joyous seams I wish to be touched by another's breath I wish to be needed and Stretch out my hand Give it my all to be there For anyone else but me Most together there could ever be Under the same sun Breathing the same air Walking the same ground Wishing to be seen
Mundane is whatever you make out of it... Spending the day in between kids, chores and pickling. I love life. I love my kids. I love pickles too Watchtower metaphor was actually meant to be a lighthouse but then in light of the soundtrack and something about esthetics of a watchtower felt more fitting