My flashlight is broken
It’s the weirdest thing, I mean the bulb didn’t break
Feels like I’m stuck in the forest
There’s nothing showing me the way
And there’s not really a way out
So I pull out the battery
When I lick the end, it feels like that steely taste is still there
So there’s still juice in the tin to make this thing glare
Something else must be the matter — but in the meantime I’m shattering
The darkness is closing in and my sense of direction is scattering
Do I yell out for help? Do I curl up and sleep it out?
Will something dangerous wake up if I open up and shout?
So for a while I just lay there, and make peace with the fallen leaves
Might camp here tonight to get some fresh air and some sleep
When my friends and family call I just tell them I stopped to breathe
But even as I lay here, I’m thinking do I really want to stay?
Should I drop all my stuff and just, run away?
Where would I even go? And…my flashlight is broken.
Somewhere behind me there’s footsteps in the dark
There’s something hidden in the shadows, so I dig into the tree bark
Staying out of sight as much as I could so nobody could see
But then I realized from behind the wooden trunk a friend had come for me
I got mad and yelled at him, asked him why he wasted his time
That I was totally okay, and that he should’ve left me here to die
But inside I was screaming thank you as he extended me his hand
At least the pull of this other person would give me the strength to stand
Luckily with his flashlight, we found out what the problem was
My filament was busted, so there was nothing to light the bulb
Somewhere along the way, I guess I lost the thread inside
That converts the power within me into brightness that can guide
Although a friend in the darkness won’t completely solve this
And I’m still gonna have to replace what I’ve missed
at least I can lean on someone else’s light for now
To get me back out of the dark
There’s no guarantee I can ever replace that stupid thread
And the darkness isn’t something that will fully be put to bed
There’ll still be nights that I get lost
Sometimes I’ll have to return to my new friends, the leaves
But for these brief moments when I see his shine
I want to try to believe
I like this a lot — these lines hit me: “Somewhere along the way, I guess I lost the thread inside/ That converts the power within me into brightness that can guide”
love the metaphor weaved throughout, it really can feel like that sometimes when you’re feeling lost and in darkness, and the old ways you used to use to brighten things up seem like they’re not working the same way.
appreciate ya :)