Stoic

i’d like to believe this will pass
all the stones are building a wall
we could reconcile the past
resurrect those bridges with
ancient stone, bring down the
cumbersome…too heavy, too
black, too wrong, too poor,
wanting, wanting more,
the bitter balance between
worlds…life has become too
white, too right, too rich, more
bitter…cumbersome…
life has become cumbersome
~kat

A Blackout Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Photo (above); Word: Stoic; Song: Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three (lyrics below with selected text in bold).

Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three
Lyrics (selected text for Blackout Poem in BOLD)

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

No, yeah I know now, know
Know now, know yeah
Your life has become cumbersome

Songwriters: Jason Knowles Pollock / Jason Lawrence Ross
Cumbersome lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management