Rosetta Stone

Removed from the real, I’m rarely reserved

I hear in a way I barely observe

The sounds of my being are bold and oblique 

I think in a language I fail to speak

I’m short of the saying, I’m all out of sorts 

Obliged to an adage I’m doomed to distort

The thoughts of my thinking are tethered in tryst 

I dream about concepts, which couldn’t exist.

I’m tired of trying, I’m trying to quit

Even to that I can’t fully commit

There’s no sense in staying, I’m starting to stall 

I stepped off the ledge and i failed to fall

I broke the egg and left the block  

I gave my feathers to the flock

They don't know why I walk alone

I'm going where they haven't flown

I’m soothed when I’m searching, a fool when I’m found

My eyes to the sky and my feet on the ground 

The truth of my chasing is hidden to me

I hunt a horizon that’s blinding to see

Inspired and striving, I’m yearning to yell 

Weighed down by a whisper too quiet to quell

I’m latently living, I’m learning to lead

I’m formed in the feelings I’m longing to free 

I’m tired of trying, I’m trying to quit

Even to that I can’t fully commit

There’s no sense in staying, I’m starting to stall 

I stepped off the ledge and I failed to fall

I broke the egg and left the block  

I gave my feathers to the flock

They don't know why I walk alone

I'm going where they haven't flown

I’m tired of trying, I’m trying to quit

Even to that I can’t fully commit

There’s no sense in staying, I’m starting to stall 

I stepped off the ledge and I failed to fall

Written by Jake Brownstein and Patrick Amarante