Mark 2

My poetical interpretation of chapter two of the book of Mark

Why is my heart so narrow and rigid?

I’m critical, hysterical,

Thinking I can traverse this cave

Without you. Caze without you, I’m lost in my thoughts.

 

Don’t, don’t turn on the lights.

I’m, I’m life here to die.

I, I don’t want ya planning my life (my life)

But, but you say otherwise.

 

“Son, your sins are forgiven”, you say.

I can’t help but look at you in dismay.

“Rise, pick up your bed, and go home” (go home),

And I just think: you’re out of your mind.

 

“Follow, follow, you’ve gotta follow me.

You’ve got a heart of one of those Pharisees.

Come, give away your life.

I’ve come to save the sick to die (to die).

I’ve come to save the sick to die."

 

Reviews

[Levi]

Hi Ethan, I don't know if it was your intent, but this comes across as an allegory in lyrical form. Do you write songs as well?

[Not A Writer]

Hey, Levi, you picked up exactly what I intended to communicate. I have the rhythm of songs, the tune, and pitch stuck in my head; but I do not actually write the music nor play any musical instruments. Thank-you for the encouragement.