Him - 44. Me - 77. We - 11. Life path that is, and it's no happy accident. Now "mind over matter" doesn't so much seem to be the ranting of a man too intelligent for his own damn good. Now these words ring truth; my skinny-mini primer to life after 30.
Clever dude - he knew. "Gone too soon," people tend to say; perhaps thinking of the frailty of human life; all that he left behind. I say he was certainly here long enough to install the blueprint. Saw the things to come and took off before shit got really deep. Mission accomplished so yeah...it was his due. And now I, the legacy device, am to pick up the slack. Roughly shaken awake, cleansed and forged in fire, shown the lay of the land and my position in it. I know my purpose and that makes me strong but still...
In the beginning I was kicking both pebbles and boulders. Here I got some next level shit on my shoulders, and Atlas ain't got nuthin on me. Holding weight that niggas on the street have neither seen nor heard. Feeling like the wheat separated from the chaff. And although quite golden when the fear of the unknown dissipated, it certainly didn't stop me from trying to go back. To being relatively normal. Round peg amongst the squares. "Human."
However, I am more than the sum of my parts. Destiny needs to manifest so I will let it. Even if it means that I stand alone.
Angry about that I was...sad about it I am still at times. That be the vagaries of 3d. Feeling stranded and out to sea. Or in the doldrums 'cause ain't nobody trying to take up this mantle with me. No, they're merrily engaged in the rat race; loving on the matrix like the shit ain't being dismantled as we speak. As I feel it is. As I've been shown.
Horsocope:
You're a bit skeptical at the hysteria you see around you, but what can you do? It's hard to be the sole voice of reason, but you may as well speak up now -- things could get a lot weirder otherwise.
Pffttt. Things are going to get a lot weirder any damn way. And yeah I would love to sit down and rap a taste with the people about what's really going on outside the grid, but there are few that are trying to hear me. I got chicks in one ear still talkin about the mundane and dick, and niggas in the other talkin about their sticks.
You lookin me in my eye, but you ain't feelin me in your heart. Yes, yes Lord, give me the power within the final hour. These niggaz, they leavin me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower. Now or never, let's stick together and overcome. But they don't feel like marchin, cuz they shoes is overrun.
Ain't that a bitch?
Indeed. But I ain't experienced this life for nothing. I didn't come here to climb the corporate ladder or play mere wifey or perpetual ego-stroker to some normie. For sure they were options that I considered; even pined for at one point. But Ma and Pa just were not going to allow some shit like that to go down. No, not for me.
And I have to say, as rough as shit gets...I am glad for that.
Posted by Lisa at November 28, 2007 12:40 AM