Falling Pictures

Finding the middle between hush and shout Is it a task you have to do yourself, there’s no clues hidden in your pocket. Facing your limits is a never-ending job And “you cannot run away from a weakness: fight it out or perish.” We’re fighting the good fight But never asking if it’s right ‘till bullets start to rebound. Straining to fit in: should we give a shot? Does a man have the right to quit from himself as a polite way of hiding? “We are all myopic except when we look inside ourselves. Only in dreams do we truly see”. Where should we look now? What’s life all about? It's a painting so abstract Which we can’t get that in fact The picture is upside down Can a man keep his journey when he is unlearning How to walk back on the ground? When the pictures are falling apart from his memory wall? What should come out from a man’s mouth When his meaning is no more gleaming gold but doubt? Sometimes life can’t be trusted But looking inside can be just As dangerous as going out. Can a man keep his journey when he is unlearning How to walk back on the ground? When the pictures are falling apart from his memory wall? What should come out from a man’s mouth When his meaning is no more gleaming gold but doubt?