The Calm The Storm
September Stories Lyrics

Traded cheap words for thoughts
I've exchanged shallow, meaningless words for deep and meaningful thoughts.

And others with nothing to show
I've interacted with people who have no tangible achievements or accomplishments.

Maybe it’s not up to the seasons to control my emotional instability
Perhaps my emotional instability cannot be attributed solely to external factors like the changing seasons.

Always blaming anyone and anything to dim the light on my own self created disability
I constantly shift the blame onto others or external circumstances to avoid acknowledging my own self-imposed limitations.

That I’ve fabricated over the years to escape any responsibility of controlling my own actions
I have purposefully invented excuses and justifications over time to evade taking responsibility for my own choices and behaviors.

Or deluded insensibility
Alternatively, it could be a result of being foolishly out of touch with reality.

But I’ve grown to love myself and what I stand for
However, I have gradually developed self-acceptance and appreciation for my values and beliefs.

I’d rather rot down below than make a deal and not know what I’ve really signed for
I would prefer to suffer or endure difficulties instead of entering into an agreement without truly understanding its consequences.

Why is this so hard to tell
Why is it challenging to articulate or express these emotions and thoughts?

Where I end and this feeling dwells
It is difficult to distinguish between my identity and the presence of this particular emotion within me.

Lately there’s been a part of me
Recently, I have noticed a fragment of my being.

A part that’s weary
This aspect of myself feels tired and depleted.

A part that’s free
Simultaneously, there is a part of me that experiences a sense of liberation.

I’m not getting older and it’s plain to see
I am not aging, and this fact is readily apparent.

Only so much time left
There is a limited amount of time remaining.

To repair me
To heal and restore myself.

When was artistry lost
At what point did the beauty and creativity of artistic expression disappear?

And emotion let go
When did we abandon or relinquish the depth and significance of our emotions?

I’ve let this fall to the wayside
I have allowed this aspect of myself to be neglected or ignored.

I’ve let others go
I have allowed certain individuals to drift away from my life.

I’ve tried to let others in
I have made efforts to allow others into my life and experiences.

But the process is slow
However, the progress of forming deeper connections with others is gradual.

Only so much time left
There is a limited amount of time remaining.

To repair me
To heal and restore myself.