Switching Faces

"Let's get to the point, let's roll, another joint
And head on down the road, there's somewhere I gotta go
And you don't know it feels, you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels, to be me..."                 - Tom Petty

Feet buried in the ground, head skybound
Strapped down for terra firma sense
Float over the land, stratosphere current
Unwrap all my fears, purging

Slaphappy to spear what's urgent
Rap happens to clear firmament
Spry statements release Gaia's vibration
I hear and spy on her permanence

So to discern why I was sent?
Forward interpretation of portents
Re-new humanity's reach in the present
No obscured lies in my third eye

I just caught a lot in anahata chakra
Enough to render it sick hence
The sixth was equipped for unpleasantness
And I had to teach myself the seventh sense!

No hesitance in this game
I still maintain every bit of juice I strained
Muddy brain isn't befuddled from truth's bloody stain
Like a haruspex the gutted leavings to me explain

Blare what I inspect;  I don't care what you expect
If you were here, and I were there, both our worlds'd be checked!
But if me and you switched shoes it'd no longer be about neck and neck
Social competition and division in excess

Mirror-perspective would leave us blessed
Show us how to believe in the Golden Test
Of seeing every human as yourself,
On a point in the journey not dealt yet!

This year I resolved to walk away from petty vengeance
Every other firespitter I ever met had to warn their rivals fast
Born to be aghast, they knew the form of wrath
On instant blast and would tell rookies who sassed?

"Motherfucker, don't start." Admit it, all of you mire walkers
Shit spitters and fire-talkers, you all said something like that
When you held back on mocking curs
Letting sarcasm go instead of blasting quick,

Just a warning and a slap on the wrist?

Not me. Upfront I always dealt with the blunt by forgetting the word "don't".
"Motherfucker START!" Just so's I could do my part
But something moves near and writhes. I'm trying to get clear inside
Get my jewels from lessons I previously denied in arrear,

(And get my tool in your mom's rear) And maybe be more cool this year

No more welcoming the drama with a triple helping of trauma
I'm ready to try moving on and then some before the crime is even done
Ideally not get hurt or used, but everytime some fucker makes that move?
Historically I always saw right through, but had some acceptance of life anywho

But there's not just any fucking how. There's riddles and prose and little chodes
And the middle road of the Tao. So for which two would I ever bow?
I'm done disrupting out of sheer strife, 'specially after cutting the shitters out of my life
I guess I'm finding that bridging my internal rift?

Means the biggest paradigm shift for me
Will come somewhere between forgiveness and acceptance, maybe finding that hidden gift
Past correcting shit into rolling with the unexpected.
Chaos still won't lay off. Play my role like I'd never be apprehensive.

Sure. On the whole we're all defenseless.
Maybe there's a strength in that weakness.
Like standing in the bare track vision.
The staring back position of your final glimpse of any of this?