Dark Side of Life

This entire poem was made out of the lyrics on the album by Pink Floyd. Depicted above is a photo representation of the metaphor presented throughout the album, and on the album cover itself. The cover of the album displays a prism with light coming in to form a rainbow, but the underlying meaning in much more complex. Sanity is considered lucidity, insanity is considered to be lunacy, and the moon, in Spanish, is called luna. A person presumed to be crazy is called a lunatic. Therefore, the cover represents the dark (lunacy) and the bright (lucidity) sides of life. The photo is a take on the cover with the rainbow, and utilization of the yin yang as a prism, but the overall meaning is of lucidity and lunacy.
April 15, 2016
Leave but don’t leave me
Forget the sun
Smiles and tears is all your life will be
Balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave
I’ve been mad for years
Been over the edge
I’ve been like the most of us
It’s very hard to explain why you’re mad, even if you’re not
Nerves in tatters
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
Tickling away the moments that make up a dull day waste the hourse in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Never seem to find the tine
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
I come home cold and tired
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
Black and blue
Who knows which is which and who is who
In the end it’s only round and round and round
It’s only the difference of right and wrong
Can’t be helped
I’ve got things on my mind
Remembering laughs
Dark forebodings
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me
No one seems to hear
Matter of fact it’s all dark
The sun is eclipsed by the moon