Planet Practice

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