Upon the Mystery

Upon the Mystery
I struggled for a few weeks to write something concise in regard to what this song is about until I finally decided to listen to the advice I was given in its second verse
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My life is small, but it’s not broken so I leave my grievances unspoken and try think about all the little things that make it feel alright But then some wayward sentimental feeling can blow right in and leave me reeling I’ll be damned if I can tell you where it comes from then where it even goes Freewill, luck, and fate I like to think about them, but I always lose my place I’m still just trying to get solid on a way to be I’m leaning hard upon the mystery I knew a man once who came unfurled trying to make some sense of this old world sometimes he’d come down to the bar and we’d drink after the show Once he told me “all those songs you were just singing all they are is just beginnings But, the verses and that chorus that’s no guarantee for what’ll happen in the end” I’m still here thinking about what he said It seemed so pure and heaven sent but I guess he was just trying to share with me his point of view upon the mystery
Sometimes I wake up only to find I’m unsure on my feet and in my mind and the song that I was singing it’s not the same song I was singing yesterday I’ve got no secret I can tell you brother except lay one foot down in front of the other and try to think about all those little things that make it feel alright ‘Cause, Yesterday it all made sense now it beats me where all that sense went on one hand I’m content to just let it be but on the other hand I’m sitting high up on the mystery The view is pretty, but it’s sure not plain to see I’m leaning hard upon the mystery