Week 493 // Folding at the Weight of a Feather

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When will it feel like the weekend?
Everyone is worried about it
What do owe to each other?
Everyone is talking about it

What does it mean to be empty?
When can I stop dreaming about it?
Turn like a season is ending
Learn it all again in a new day’s sun

The past in a photograph ages
I’m sleeping it off hard
As the rain comes down

Hold me up
See to it that the morning breaks

Think about the shape your burden takes
And place your arms around it
Think about the place your body aches
And hold yourself above it

Dogeared old pieces of paper
Recognize the writing upon it
Study the tilt of the letters
You’re folding at the weight of a feather

Pack for the length of a season
Learn your heart again
In the new day’s sun

Hold me up
See to it that the morning breaks

Hold me up
See to it that the morning breaks

Hold me up
See to it that the morning breaks

Notes
This is a song about putting the old world to bed and staying up to watch the sun rise over a new one. None of us knows exactly what that means, but this is a unique moment when we can feel the change in motion. It is so painful to watch the old world go and take so many lovely souls with it. But something new is happening as we contemplate our responsibility to one another on a societal level, and as we attempt to reimagine the future from scratch. This song wrestles with holding onto bits of the past as they slip through our fingers, and trying to embrace the new day even though we can’t see the morning light breaking just yet. Let’s try to hold each other up as best we can and wait for dawn to break.

~M.E.

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