As long as it doesn’t happen to you…
In terms of the random, you have all the power in the world 🌎
If all paths are in motion,you could catch em at the fork .
Intervene with a soft touch.
You could tell the young men that what they think matters might not matter at all.
You could tell the young girls that external beauty is not the correct objective.
You could tell em both that the group doesn’t matter, it’s not the important part .
(the internal)
Yahtzee.
If that computer ain’t right, then you ain’t right.
Sometimes I’ll stand outside to smoke,and I’ll fixate on the passing vehicles, the intersection, the 18 wheelers..
It makes me think of biology.
Those are veins, and each vehicle is a blood cell
(And it’s all part of a larger organism)
You are the overall biology of the world and it mirrors back to you..
Molds..
Humans are a thing of amazement.
The cat jumps on the bed and starts licking my forearm..
Where was I?
(Drifting off into some thought about trust)
SO you’d tell a young muh fucka,,
“This ain’t about addiction, it’s not whether or not you get high..”
It’s good and evil.
It’s the repeating messages in your head and the root of those messages.
It’s why you think the way you do..
The beautiful part?
You’re young.
There’s still time for you.
And it’s a long, long road,,,
You might find yourself selling your very soul, you might find yourself locked into the fucking dial tone of everyday existence.
Grinding.
Chasing a buck.
Caring for who and what you care about, but not much else…
And in 15 years you might look around, and you might find no satisfaction at all..
And you’ll be sad.
And you hurt people along the way,
And you’ll carry regret..
But it’s not over and you can find meaning…
(The universe isn’t done with you yet…)
You’re right to distrust, it makes you incredibly perceptive….but…
You might be wrong.
Not about everything, but about what matters,,and in that folly you can find joy.
(Because it’s not so bleak)
It’s not…
The cat settles near me when I’m outputting.
Music, typing,,,
Picks up on that vibe, likes to be around it. I think he can tell when I’m thinking, which I always am…
(This thing is a motherfucker ain’t it?)
It is…it surely is…
But I can be wrong,,,so all those piss moods and outlooks can be false,,and it’s not doomed…hope is real..
(Don’t call me Shirley)
Psshhh!!!
Crack my neck.
Knuckles.
Ankle.
Straighten my spine and sit up straight, legs folded..zero in with your eyes..
Breathe…
(Center)
Perfect geometric center..
Right in the spot….
That’s my spot.
(Our spot)
Ours…
Make a fist and feel the tendons in your hands, notice the tensing of the muscle fibers and visualize the blood pumping through your veins, picture the synapses firing in your mind..
Breathe deep…
Iiiiiiiiinnnnnnn
And out.
Iiiiiiinnnnnnnn
Out….
(Good versus evil)
Every day.
Every fucking day.
Warfare,
dawn 