ON 'HALF NELSON'

I know for sure that I don't owe one to the world already, because I still have not divulged with the refrain of 'Half Nelson - Draft #2', the second official addition to 'My Book of Rhymes', which means that it would be dropping off the tag of 'Draft #2' as soon as I decide to delete it, which I predict won't take that long. Anyway, as this post of mine is gonna end up pointless without a feature of the lines themselves, I don't think it's wise to delay any longer.

"...So stop the sun,
for what if someone shoots the moon?
Help drag my afternoon, till tomorrow,
'cause you know,
I'm just half a Nelson, under indigo..."

With full reference to Admiral Horatio Nelson, the man known more to be '111' than the successful war admiral that he was. A Nelson is, as much as I see, half a man and as a 'double Nelson' is 222 and a 'triple Nelson' is 333, I brand 'half a Nelson' as a quarter of a man, and in the context of this piece of lyric over here, a man who's single and is worrying about it with half of his mind while the rest of it is happy with the solitude, is in essence a 'Half Nelson' (I could've forgotten a hyphen in between, or I could have not but I don't give much importance to that anyway) and I'm not gonna kid anyone saying I represent every such person. That's out of the way, that's impossible and I'm not potent enough to be representing people, I'm not some God who knows exactly how the world functions, you know, hey... I only just turned 18, and I don't know to lie, so if you think you relate to this it's fine. But if you're thinking this is about you, then you're mistaken because this is not, this is something that has everything to do with me and that's not a mark of self-indulgence it's rather a sign of showing that that's the most I can claim to know and anything more said is going to be either a lie or a brag and I want to do neither.

The Sun-reference is to show that a man's shadow is his actual true company, and the night's sky isn't going to be that generous in giving him his gift, so of course, although I'm not exactly crying out in real to stop the sun (I'm not dumb enough to not know that can't be done) that's what the Metaphor intends. Perhaps this would explain my state of mind a little more, because... well you'll see.

"Can you please stop the sun?
'cause I can't stand the streetlight haze,
pushing out to four score ways, a fourth of me;
and you know,
I'm just half a Nelson, in dodging destiny..."

On the ground, people. I'm not flying anywhere, and 'dodging destiny' translates to 'living life', so please don't take me to be Robert Frost, because you know... I'm not.