Two Paths, One Destination
Put the mic in position, strike with precision,
The blade stays sharp for slicing incisions,
A master of arts, a grasper of hearts,
A highly respected caster of darts,
Word travels fast and facts become myths,
Calluses grow on the hands he strums with,
The barriers he builds are only superficial,
The carrier of guilt is in a lonely loop of rituals,
Telltale signs of his work begin to emerge,
Identity stays hidden but is always on the verge-
Of public recognition as missions are effected,
It’s given that witnesses admissions are rejected,
Visions are neglected, decisions have been finalized,
Choose to break communication of the mind and eyes,
And find these lies won’t serve to crush a legend,
The truth can still be heard when nothing’s mentioned,
Is there rust in these joints? This must be the point-
In question when testing the trust we appoint,
Time brings change to your assigned swing range,
My oh my, this rhyme thing’s strange,
The other half is lost with a lack of concentration,
We don’t need a witness to enact the consecration,
Practice sacred arts regardless of surroundings,
Finely tune our weapons and the cases that they’re found in,
It might be sight or sound, but you’ll know when you’re around him,
At night he might be found in the sorrows that you’re drowning,
The impression cast by a true master should be lasting,
We can learn by his actions, even faster could we ask him-
To impart his wisdom and be granted this request,
He may hand you a seed, how it’s planted is the test,
To control the spot the goal is not to be the best,
Whether old or not the soul may rot, even as we rest,
Plan out the yield and stand out in the field,
Don’t be concerned when a man’s doubt’s revealed,
Practice your art to hack this apart,
Don’t be afraid to go back to the start,
One in a million is far from unique,
You stray further away the harder you seek,
Think they praise what you say but they laugh when you speak,
You see what you need but your grasp is too weak,
It’s a process where progress is only achievable,
If you’re clever and endeavour to never believe a fool,
Keep your plans tethered together whether conceivable-
Or not, you’ve got to see, spot and be the rule,
See a jewel for a jewel and a lie for a lie,
See a fool for a fool and the wise for the wise,
It’s a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye,
It’s the truth in the booth, it’s the size of the prize,
At the end of the day it depends what we say,
A brew of the truth, or a blend of cliché?
Who rose in the force when imposing a war,
And who was left standing when closing the door?,
The parallels revealed through the hands of a writer,
A carousel of real views planned and deciphered,
One vivid picture that is broken up in quarters,
Its wealth revealed over time like a frozen cup of water,
Outside sources are abandoned as we reach the later stages,
The inner core explored, no more commentator pages,
Written through the hands of those who came before us,
The dictionaries varied but we chose the same thesaurus,
As the path narrows there’s only space for one,
Solitude may be embraced but it’s a lonely chase for some,
The goal for which you strive won’t be presented on a platter,
But once it is achieved it will no longer matter.
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