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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Are You Out There
1988
Waves crash against the sandy shore
Psychedelic colors light the sky
Moonlight lights reflections, my mind soars
Im standing waist high, wondering
Are you out there
Temptation is so strong that I can’t hold on
Im looking for an answer where I shouldn’t
I want to break away and reach out for another day
I’ve tried to push it away when I couldn’t
I can’t take it anymore
Are you listening to me
I want to throw it to the wind but the tide keeps rushing in
Im reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering
Are you out there
The road seems so long when you walk it alone
It’s hard not to give up on the fight
You tell me that you’re there but I can’t reach you anywhere
You say you’ll help me but you’re so far out of sight
Are you laughing at me
Do you think it’s a game
Or do you really understand I can’t hold back the fear
Im reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering
Are you out there
It’s a lonely cry when you’re fighting from the inside
Taking it day by day on a mind changed by substance
I can’t take it anymore, you keep closing doors
The water is rising higher, and Im still wondering
Are you out there
The words that go down when talk comes around
Are only actions of compromise
I just wish you’d realize what’s hiding behind these eyes
Is the person you’ve grown with all your life
I don’t want it anymore
Are you listening to me
Why can’t your love just see me through
Im still reaching for your hand in the dark, wondering
Are you out there
Addiction. That is what this song is about. I was behaving like your typical 20 year old in college. However, unlike my parents suspected, I was NOT addicted to anything. When my friends were all out getting sloshed on beer and cheap wine, I was sipping on Lime-aids from Sonic. I was hanging out with rockers and my family was concerned. No matter what I said they still questioned this issue. It was frustrating. Was I being a responsible young adult? Of course not! I was having the time of my life in college. Was I out wasting my life on drugs and partying? Nope! I put myself in the perspective of being an addict to write this, however, that part of me that is not the addict but being accused still comes across loud and clear ... to me anyway, but I wrote it, so.
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