Okay

Do you need your voice?
What is it used for?
And does it have to come from your mouth,
To express the core,

Of what it is you need to express,
To accentuate your life,
And understand your deepest desires,
And discerning wife.

Situate yourself on sturdy ground,
And scream out your greatest delight,
Until you forget all of your troubles,
And disintegrate into light.

So you're alright,
Right? We're cool?
It doesn't matter, anyway,
If I'm your mentor or a fool.

Unfounded Accusations

There is nothing stopping you,
From doing what you'd like,
Until someone decides to stop you,
From doing what you like,

Because there are somethings you should not do,
Like hurt anyone,
Or incite others to do the same,
Or engage in elucidation,

On the rights of everyone,
To do what they'd like,
That doesn't hurt anyone else,
'Cause then there'd need to be more might,

To stop that freedom, alright?
Because there's more at stake here,
Than just your right to experience life.
There's the corporations that you hold so dear.

Being True

There are some things that are expected,
Not because you are oppressed,
By the society in which you live,
Demanding you desist,

From activities that threaten,
Its way of of life,
Or because you've alreadydonee something,
To warrant restricting your rights,

But because, if you want some sort,
Of predictability,
Of how your loved ones will act towords you,
You need to have some stability,

And show that you're alright,
And trustworthy,
Not to do what would be a betrayal,
Of their loyalty.

Changes

When you really want to change,
You never will,
Because you don't know who you are, yet,
And need to interfere,

With the way you choose to see the world,
As your own, and not someone else's,
And you have complete control,
No matter what society says.

Sure, you may be on a train,
That you hope stays on the tracks,
But what you do and where you look,
Is not a matter of chance.

Then it will be alright,
You'll finally get it right,
And know it's not about changing yourself.
Then you'll see the light.

Living

Yes, you can do it!
The world was made for that.
If you don't, who will?
Many are lost on that fact.

And no one will do it quite,
The way that you do,
And all these things just become,
An extension of you,

Inflating you,
So you are visible by more,
And ensuring life after death,
Thanks to the responsibility you bore,

Ensuring you're alright,
By showing everyone,
That self-expression's not that hard,
And your perspective's as important as anyone's.

Expressions

It's always a feeling,
You're trying to capture,
Whether writing poetry,
Or a lecture,

And for some the one is easier,
Than the other,
I wish mine was not to just stare,
And lamely stutter,

And that your's was less abrasive,
And he had more truth to offer.
My feelings are not complicated,
But, I feel, much stronger,

Than makes anyone all right.
I get it from my father,
Extremely good intentions,
With no explanation to offer.

The Morning's Gone

You'll never know how much,
The love from me burns on,
The street is narrow, and the house is hit,
But I don't have concerns on,

The dangers waiting, but not guaranteed,
A flood's not a flood until it's here,
And I haven't hurt you 'til you feel the pain,
And I don't live by fear.

So don't drag and push me, please,
I'll go where I want,
But if it makes you sad, I'll go,
Or maybe I won't,

Because time passes, alright,
Before you know it, you find,
Everyone's gotten where they set out to go,
And left you behind.

While You Sleep

Instead of finishing first,
You can always try to start,
And understand the problem,
As if it's made of parts,

That are connected, instead of,
Jumping to conclusions.
Did you know that the world began,
After milleniums of confusion?

Oh, what's the use, when all there is is pain?
Well, let's try to answer that,
With some rest and a silent mind,
Until you realise the fact,

That you're alright,
Even the pain is a joy,
And no realization's possible,
Without this waking annoy-ance.

New Directions

Yes, things can change,
Don't let anyone tell you not.
People turn and pucks bounce,
And festering issues rot,

And bitterness grows,
Larger than your body can take,
While those around you quickly turn their backs,
'Cause they have better deals to make,

And better things to do,
Than spend time around you.
Things can change, like a tsunami,
Swaps the spots of cars and sloops.

But, it's alright,
Change doesn't have to be bad.
Floods can wash away a lot of dirt,
And you get new perspectives from being sad.

Protect Yourself

You never know where life will lead you,
You never really know,
Or what people are thinking,
No matter what they show,

And though you can't judge a book by its cover,
Its cover, you can surely judge,
And when that's all you have to judge by,
Surround yourself with those you love,

And, when that's all you have,
To protect yourself from content,
Collect as many as you can,
To minimize each's affect,

On you being alright,
Because you will find,
When one opens itself up to you as your enemy,
The rest will have your behind.

Again, With The Deception

For all of the talk you produce,
That inspires other people,
Into believing there is something to you,
That is reasonable,

Like the rising sun,
You are predictable,
And like the rising sun again,
If you stopped, so would the world,

And of the latest,
In your arsenal,
Whatever happens, you can be sure,
Even more enemies will knock on your door,

You're an ass, alright,
And insane, to boot,
Unproductive, and a con artist,
Waiting to steal all the loot.

Your Self Rules

If you think that all those around you,
Are concerned for your abilities,
Then they either are, or you must change where you are,
Anyway,

For nothing they can do can assure you otherwise,
Unless they change who they are,
And by that I mean their face and names,
For you to start feeling sure,

Of just yourself and no one else,
Because that's the key,
To success. It's nothing to do with them,
And everything to do with me.

So, it's alright,
To run away from circumstances,
If you are running to some other kind,
That staisfies your confidence.

Get There

Be honest with others,
At the moment you think,
Of something that could be a problem,
Or you'll find yourself on the brink,

Of a situation so entrenched,
You can only have a war.
It's so hard digging through the bullshit,
You wonder what a shovel's for.

But ultimately it's about your life,
And making sure your time's well-spent.
It's amazing how often we need reminding,
That the time's gone once it's went.

Oh, it's alright,
Just close your eyes and think,
What else you'd rather do right now.
more than anything.

Keep Up Appearances

Beware of complacency,
For everybody knows,
Who is not a psychopath,
How quickly admiration goes,

When your admiration goes first,
For it never goes one way.
And, though you may think you're unreplacable,
Everyone is one day.

So, keep up appearances right to the end.
It's not a lie, but survival,
And if you want to prove this theory,
make your best friend into your rival,

By being alright,
With her misfortune,
So much so that you benefit by it,
And see how fast you are alone.

Run

Going through a corridor,
As fast as you can,
Passing doors and passageways,
Without knowing where you've ran,

Running for fear of nothing,
You know anything about,
And not learning anything,
You know anything about,

And still complaining you have no time,
To get anything done.
Stop and look inside of you,
For some direction.

Because, it's alright,
To flail around,
If there is some sort of intent,
And you're not just unsound.

What Will You Be?

What will you be?
Will you figure it out?
Will you rebel against what your mind tells you,
Just to snuggle with doubt?

Just to have something to blame,
For your lack of happiness,
Other than yourself,
You'll name society's mess.

You'll call your parents wrong and drink a lot,
And fool yourself,
Into thinking you're as happy as can be,
Given you've had no help.

It's alright,
We can't all succeed,
And be happy, or else,
There'd be nothing anyone needs.

Making It Feel Right

There are new things,
Under the sun,
And, of course,
Not everything's been done,

So, why is so much time spent,
Doing what we know,
Assuming that how things are done,
Is how things should go?

Maybe it's because,
It's society's plan,
To ensure its survival,
To have you not understande,

That it's alright,
To think outside the box,
Not just for the greats,
But for all of us.

Why We Supress Ourselves

Sometimes imagining another life,
Better than your own,
In which you're doing what brings you joy,
With nothing that you owe,

With nothing but encouragement,
For everything that you do,
And accolades and peace and love all around,
Flowing into you,

Can be enough to get you through the day,
And society's banking on that,
For there's no room for everyone to succeed,
And still suppress humanity's nack,

To be alright,
Nay, to be supberb,
And build towers right up to heaven.
Though, why it thinks that way, I am not sure.