A Twisted Version of My Conformity by Travis Hill
Travis Hill Travis Hill
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 Published On Jul 31, 2024

A Twisted Version of My Conformity
Run through a forest
Swiftly flowing through the trees
The natural freedom
Freedom I can only find
Within my dreams
Dream of you
I taste your skin
I love the salt
The salt that taints the sweat
The sweat that swells my tongue
My mind is swept away
Expose my frail,frail world
To the harsh cold element of emotion
Reality stains my memory
Memories of you come rushing in
And I swim
In a sea of madness
Waiting for time
To stake its claim
Somewhere in my mind
There stands a lone tree
Braced against the wind
Choosing not to bend
And accept defeat
But to snap in some show of defiance
Out on the plains
Tiny grains of sand
Hold time to an awkward eye
Falling, not steadily
But in spirals on the wind
To drag the minutes into days
Speeding the weeks on gigantic gusts
'till my past spreads out within seconds
And if the wind should subside
Perhaps I will find the time
Enough to gather the sand
And paint a new tree
One that bends with the breeze
Rather than breaks
In the torrent that is my life
To sit and think about things
To ponder omniscient impossibility
To question all
Ever wonder?
Is it a new beginning?
Or just the same old end?
Do the stars shine down?
Does the moon revolve?
What would happen if the Universe stopped?
Questions in questions
Unending inquisition
Search the search for things to find
Can a man misplace his mind
How will we know?
Will there be a sign?
Some form of signal?
This is to be alive

In 1993, I recorded an entire album in the barracks at U.S. Naval Station Great Lakes using only a Takamine acoustic guitar, Sony boombox, handheld voice recorder (cassette), and a little Sony microphone. LoFi - I was only 19 years old & had no money, just songs.
I only distributed a handful of copies of the Album on cassette. I mostly recorded the songs for myself. To keep my creative interests alive while I was in "A" School for training. I highly doubt if any copies remain in existence. I have only a few of the songs, myself. This is one of them.

Thanks for listening.
When I wrote this song,
Music was everything to me.

This butterfly was so amazing. Little Dude just decided to chill with me under a giant maple tree while a storm was passing by. Incredible that it allowed me to be so close.

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