When you're young, and someone wants to "get" you,
they come up from behind, tap you on the right shoulder, and hide behind the
left one....you turn right. Got you. After so many repetitions of this
game, what happens?
You learn to expect it.
Someone taps you and
you look to the opposite shoulder. Not this time, pal., I know your game.
So
when a socially controversial topic comes up in the forefront of our collective
consciousness, a bell is rung in my brain. "Look to the opposite shoulder-
is this more of the same?
More of the divide and conquer paradigm, seeking another way
to calculate, quantify, and quarantine our minds?
Were we too close to the edge of unity? Maybe we saw the
forest from the trees, maybe our toes tasted the water in the breeze, maybe our
eyes saw through the disguise of our slice of the pie for a split second too
long.
Maybe the ratings were gone, maybe the bottom line bottomed
out, maybe the margins for profit were marginalized in our brains, maybe we cared
less for more of the same.
Maybe the t.v. was off for too long, maybe the drive thru
line was too short, maybe we even talked a little too little about sports.
Tomorrow was coming too slow, yesterday was forgotten too fast.
Maybe we were too rapidly inching towards the very presently
passed.
Maybe we were too sober, so we legalized being stoned. Or
maybe we saw safety in numbers, so it's a shame to be alone, we want to stay young forever so
we criminalize full grown and mind blown
and all known as a sign of weakness.
Meekless features of the preachers facin bleachers teachin
teachers how to teach us about jeezus when all you wanna hold is deez nutz and
watch D's bust on T's and trust that's a sign of the times, when your taught
more how to feel guilty than who taught you that crime, like a pre-teen with a
rolex, who bought you that time? If i put a ladder under you who taught you to
climb?
I'm not tryin to drop
dimes but you dont squeeze limes if you want lemonade, ice aint water at 100
centigrade and you dont ask questions until all your dues are paid, you keep em
guessin until they cant see the masquerade, and you dissuade the renegade by
handing him a hand grenade, pull the pin and watch him fade away.
Make your crime bright as day and then keep saying that bad
things are done in the dark.
No one notices a lightbulb when their searchin for sparks,
or sees electrons when their lookin for quarks, the only dog noticed is the one
who barks at the wind for howlin first, so the man who stands proudest is cut
short as conceded. Little do we see that confidence is so needed that our
fields, if left unseeded, will yield only the idea that we can be defeated and
deleted should we dare stand together, and arm in arm decide whether the charms
of harming brothers has lost it's shimmer. Like a chain of sparks that would
make lightning shiver, in reality, we are no dimmer.
So when it calls you by name, separate and criticized and
more of the same. Look to the opposite shoulder. "not this time, pal I know your
game"
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