Shin Splints

15 and evolving.
Raised up different, with sensibilities.
Earbud isolation.
Summers at the Hammock alone.
Exile rendered focus and
focus tendered a gift.
A furrowed brow from the others.
The special magic you knew.
From a forest of static grew
a tree seeking the light.
It's in your ear. It's what you hear.
It drew you in and informed you.
The road less traveled, you had no say
in the matter. It chose you.
The red light is on, now it's your canvass, son.
Now you speak the new slang,
the gospel according to James.
It's notes and spaces in proper places
that whisper.
It's in your ear. It's what you hear.
It drew you in and informed you.
The road less traveled, you had no say
in the matter. It chose you.
The red light is on, now it's your canvass, son.
Now you deliver your hot mics' sacrifice to Mercer's alter.



Credits
Writer(s): John Dow Iii
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