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Waldo Garden

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Planet practice
Zoom back till I can read the map
If I can see the whole thing, I can manage
Hyperfocusing can't help me, can it?

To see the pieces in their places
My people and their faces
Expand the vantage
Keep panning until it's panoramic

I'm instituting this liminal rhythm
Unchoosing the seemingly unlimited distance
I put between me and my sisters
Spent all my time perusin and fixin

I've got to audit my own business
4th quarter report's around the corner
I'm scared and unprepared and
Ignoring that which is imminent

Nah, sat in the hammock
Trash at my back, only two of six in my pack
Feeling wooly mammoth
Crushed all fifteen, good and famished

Like a walrus sharpening his tusk
Abominable snowman's abdominal thrust
Calls are a must
Keep churning, or else drop balls and bust

Keep it consistent
Three a week minimum
Or else consider it
Futile & fucked

Sit-sat on your butt
Thick ass missed the bus
Now you're shit outta luck
I dunno what to tell you, cuz

Motivation hasn't exactly been my coup de gras
I'd rather lay low than stand up stand up too tall
Nominal dribble play, I'll be p-passin you the ball
Passively patient, ball's in your court, I'm awaiting your call

Planet practice
Zoom back till I can read the map
If I can see the whole thing, I can manage
Hyperfocusing can't help me, can it?

To see the pieces in their places
My people and their faces
Expand the vantage
Keep panning until it's panoramic

Somehow got to believin that deserving's not for all
It's not self-demeaning, it's just...life's not mutual
And I'm not like you all, I subordinate, I know my place
I'm not the boss, I am the base, accepting that I do the catching in the trust-fall game

Bleed myself dry just to get you by
I'll buy you stuff you want (one-sided!)
I don't need a thing, why do you feel like
I'm hiding something? (he's lying!)

Oh yeah, Waldo's hidden
Out of sight, out of mind, out of vibe, out of vision
You'll never find me though I'm not even missin cuz
I stuck myself safely in a silent cell in a silent prison

Keep focused, John, get your
Big grind on tomorrow
Keep your eyes on your own target or else
Find you wind up exhausted

Not saying lock yourself
Into tiny boxes
Like the only way to restock your health
Succeed inside the office

You could go see auroras tonight
You're the one writing this chorus
You're in control of your life
At least with deciding what you'd like more of

God, they say that you are for us
Your heart is for the poorest
I picture you less a soldier
More a gardener or florist

They say you've gone before us
Your Spirit speaks like the forest
Rustling leaves, tangible trees
Your whispers almost closer to me

Closer to me like Moses
Face to face but formless
He saw right where your robe was
Safe wherever the smoke was

Smoke by day, fire by night
Regardless, you always showed up
Gotta look for you in the moments
Mindfully focus I'll miss most of em

Can't reconcile your closeness
When I feel like I'm a ghost, cuz I got
Wandering mind, a prodigal consciousness
Wearing my body like clothes

That's part of what confuses me:
If you don't have a body that I can see
And recognize with my eyes
Is it so hard to believe that neither do I?

Could someone describe it please?
The physical form of the breeze?
Imago de obscurity
The apple's not far from the tree

Planet practice
Zoom back till I can read the map
If I can see the whole thing, I can manage
Hyperfocusing can't help me, can it?

To see the pieces in their places
My people and their faces
Expand the vantage
Pan the panorama

(Or else I'm the) bread to your sandwich
I'm the translation of your language
Caught in your gravity
I'm the the moon to your planet

Locked into stable orbit
P-p-perfect as I planned it
I need a place to attach
Satellite to station, or else I'll vanish

But I've never really landed
TCK, Nine; my bro's an Eight
My folks don't know how to grow cuz they, uh
Never really been planted

Generations past had handed down
Inadequate tools and taught to brandish, now
Gave em to me, recreate & repeat
Outdated scenes on obsolete cameras

That's it: class dismissed
Flip the scripts, let's burn this shit
Go home and write down
Everything they missed

Alternative narrative
Re-processing imperative
I was never my parents nor what they did
Guess I'm no longer a kid

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