Eris from Stowaway by tkalec

Eris

I was raised in beliefs, embraced standing water,
Bred reptiles in mind, t'was mossy and plane,
My subjection was firm, my soul was empty,
But I brayed my beliefs in a mortar with grain

And I baked the bread that evokes the hunger,
The one that on earth cannot be allayed,
And I dined in my head and I saw in my heart:
Sorrows bring forth - but joys impregnate.

O the wisdom of youth is a treacherous gift,
Is a brook whilst the thaw, thundrous and mighty,
A fiery comet in lucidest gleam,
But burning as fast as brightly.

And so I, starry king, could not hinder my slump
Into the abyss of the fatal truth,
And darkness was blinding, my body was numb,
And shattered my wisdoms of youth...

The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life,
The higher you climb the closer you get to the goddess of strife.
The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life,
No mourning can save you from yourself.

Life is a joke when it's hardest to laugh,
Life is a gift you would never have asked,
Life is a riddle, death just a guess,
So easy acquired, yet so hard to pass.

But there's nothing beyond, no food for the hunger,
The cistern is dry and the altar is hollow,
No comfort on earth and no comfort in heaven,
There's no light in the tunnel to follow.

The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life,
The higher you climb the closer you get to the goddess of strife.
The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life,
So make an ape out of yourself and survive.

• Alternative
• adventure
• avantgarde
• forward thinking
• freaky
• low-budget symphony orchestra
• lute
• post-blues
• singer-songwriter
• stowaway
• strings
• tkalec
• tragic
• tree of life
• vienna
• wayward
• Austria