ג׳ארד ברנשטיין ״ניתוק״

museum quality reproduction on canvas
רפרודוקציה באיכות מוזיאלית על קנבס

Exactly
With what am I dealing
Fearing
That I’m the ultimate weakling
Fledgling
Withering
And that’s just an inkling
I’m tinkering
Rethinking
Rising and sinking
Having difficulty speaking
I prefer blinking
Got sent reeling
Congealing
Concealing and revealing
Misleading
Through my seeing and my hearing
An illusion
Disappearing reappearing
Time for spring cleaning
Developmentally still weaning
Whining
Undying and wearying
Under my breath I’m swearing
Both fists clenching
Confessing that I’ve learned my heavenly lesson
Everything I need
Is already in my possession
I have a passion for progression
It’s actually an obsession
Daydreaming
Of a red herring
Take it at face value
Or is there a deeper meaning
Oh dear that’s endearing
Endeavoring
An actor in a private screening
Admiring
A caged bird singing
Finally getting back
To feeling my feelings
Seized the moment
Like a thief caught stealing
My ears are ringing
Believing
A pig
That’s constantly squealing
Pain that’s searing
I’m seething
A baby teething
Only G-d knows
Why I chose what I chose
My friends and my foes
When the final curtain will close
As my love grows
I’m in the throes
Cleaving
Adhering
Hanging onto your ear like an earring
Grieving
Lost in the woods
Looking for a compass
To get my bearings
Dizzy and careening
Searching for a clearing
To do something daring
Darling
Now I’m really sharing
And I’m raring
Repairing
As it appears
I’m finished comparing
My destiny’s nearing
My eyes misty and tearing
Your demands are demeaning
Left me leaning
I can’t stand it
So I’m kneeling
Free-wheeling
Sky’s the limit
But suffering has a ceiling
I planted a seed
The crops I’m gathering
And bringing
Redeeming
The blessings
And the trimmings
Over brimming
Slamming
All the profits
I’m skimming
In this game of life
I’m not losing but I’m not winning
Engineering the odds
Barely breaking even
Repenting on my sinning
This moment marks
A new beginning