[ADDENDUM 3.1] Atmospheric re-entry protocol
We made this bed
So sure as hell I'ma lie in it
But never to you
Beloved ally, be loved
Apologies if I seemed so negative
Not even how I've been feeling
It's just from whence I came
My motherland is a glum place
Shaded, but ah...
Lately, its more stately, regal 'Cause all my old enemies are felled
Given up, swords to the mud
Leaving me to the mirror
You see this enamel gleams
Yeah, its my first time
Living the high life
In low light
Missing these calls. You keep asking what's up. What have I been doing but ain't shit that wouldn't offend your sensibilities-- I imagine you feel you know very much what is right and proper in the world, and what is foul. To be despised. I don’t know what happened that made me run so far afield of what you call “right”
...Your home, that is. I would never say that you did me wrong, and u never have.
You simply weren’t prepared for this world any more than your progenitors. No one would fault you for leaving us unwitting. The rains are fresh, the tarp is peeled back and the game starts again, level playing field. Lightning could strike, I'm not worried bout it. You differentiate scrimmage from championship. I couldn't be more different, eyes affixed to either sky or mud, there's a marvel in each. You shut your eyes against the glare of the scoreboard but curse me when I graze the ball.
Don’t think I mean that to sound as though I’m arrogant or unappreciative. We’re but different roles, different cells, separate links though sequential. And thusly, destined for distinct fates.