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• Artiste: Gray Joy
• Titre: The Bigger Picture
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It's funny how in the haze The strangest moments stick out, highlighted on the page Of a script that someone else had written for you Just an actor, another player merely passing through In moments of refrain, you were just Intent on damning the words set to dissarange Synergy between paper and the ink The phrase you seek remains always out of reach The bigger picture Always thought about, but rarely spoken of Looking for answers to questions you can’t quite recall In waiting, I'd have hoped To sever ties between the prospect and what I know In and out; does this unrest have a cure? Does it lie in this haze, so furtively obscured? In lessons by the day (I think) Turning round the moments burned into my mind In fading context, just past the scope of the light: Febrile stanzas on a script I didn't write The bigger picture Always thought about, but rarely spoken of Looking for answers to questions you can't quite recall To my frank disgust and revulsion I feel entitled to better things that I know I don't deserve As I yearn for the edge of the knife In shame and by moral contortion I feel resentment for those I love and I feel it's getting worse As I yearn for the edge of the knife And you ask for reason beyond the hope that all the pieces will just fall into place And that the peace I search for will be found in a metaphor or clever turn of phrase But how unfulfilling a conclusion to a story that had you on your seat's edge For so long Maybe too long As though the pages of a child's story contained some kind of truth that you just can't find The cycle repeats And as though in reply I say I'm haunted by The bigger picture Often thought about but rarely spoken of Looking for answers to problems I create and inflame but never bring myself to resolve And now I'll find it In the space between unrest and barely waking up To routine progress like every effort made is misplaced and every line has been undone