Your Next Move

It is almost over,
Then the new one begins,
It is already hard to remember,
This move's evolution,

It had something to do with happiness,
And following your dreams,
That change isn't alway something that's good,
But good is always what change really means,

That it is better to risk your own life,
Than save it for others,
To use to change the quality of theirs,
An old story, for sure.

But why for you?
The fear of not winning?
It comes down to if you just want to live,
Or want to live like life is worth living.

I Wanna Go Back In Time

What's it take to journey,
Back to when you were young,
When you could never imagine your life,
Past the next occasion,

Perhaps an hypnotism you can take,
To anywhere you want,
Within the perceptions that will be stored,
In the mind castle now in construction,

Or maybe there is really a machine,
That could carry you back,
Reality is stranger than fiction,
We've all read books like that,

But could it be,
Because time's never still,
There's nothing not already in the past,
So any thought's already time travel?

Tethered To The Machine

The trick's not to move it,
Stay absolutely still,
Do what you have to do then close it up,
If you don't, then it will,

It's trying to teach you to not rely,
On things that are not you,
Other people, work, and technology,
Can both help you and also help you shirk,

If all of this disappeared tomorrow,
What do you think you'll be,
Satisfied being alone in this world,
Or wishing for TV?

Or internet,
You know what I'm saying,
How frustrated are you when the cord moves,
And your computer's closed before saving?

Welcome To The World

Will today be the day,
When everything resets,
When there is nothing left like yesterday,
To quite the same extent,

As if each morning is completely new,
New possibilities,
Based on atom configuration,
That make the landscape of reality,

Like each moment provides something unique,
In an extreme manner,
So that, if you think about it, you're new,
Every moment offered?

Think about it,
Maybe trite, but it's true,
You are always already being born,
Into a possibility brand new.

Choice Number One

Will everything be right,
Or all go down the drain?
This is a question you must ask yourself,
With each moment obtained,

Like the conception of mindful eating,
Be aware of each bite,
Savor the flavors you usually miss,
Scarfing it all down before your next fight.

But you say there's a risk in the moment,
Of being undermined,
While you're enjoying life's constant gift,
There's knives plunged in your spine.

So ask yourself,
There is no right answer,
Would you rather enjoy fewer moments,
Or spend more in anxiety and fear?

The Time, It is A'Changing

The anticipation,
Of a change in your life,
In itself is a form of stagnation,
Less elan and more strife,

When what if else you treated each moment,
As the change that it is,
Each molecule different than what was,
Before you started reading this treatise?

Subtle changes, I will not give you that,
Instead, a wholesale change,
P'haps even regret at losing yourself,
To time's new rearrange.

Then again, still,
It's hard to keep abreast,
You'll never be again who you once were,
But can embrace this new one as the best.

While On Hold

As I wait on this call,
The music oscillates,
But not too much before the voice comes on,
Regretful for the wait,

I may want to call back later, it says,
The wait time will be long,
There is a high volume of inquiries,
In this time of Covid, back to the song,

But I've already invested so much,
As I lie here in bed,
With no indication of the wait time,
I am now committed,

So much of my life,
I'll never see again,
At least what I'm about to write will live,
Wait! I've just been put on with the agent.

Where To Go

Decisions must be made,
Even if it's not you,
The question is are you happy with that,
And if so, left to who?

Or do you want to own the path you take,
No matter where it lands,
Commit to no regret in retrospect,
Instead, look ahead to where next you can,

Then weave your past into future success,
Foresight or learned lessons,
No matter what you are you'll always be,
What you are in the end,

What will that be?
Don't tell me you don't know,
Or give up all claim to being human,
Then decision makers pick your next road.

Wake Up

Time's not passing slower,
It's not faster, either,
Though many, I'm sure, would argue with tme,
On what I just averred,

Some will say that it's definitely slow,
Or unbearably fast,
In both cases they'll have circumstances,
That they direly wish will or will not last,

I'll not say they should live in the moment,
Or should forget the past,
Dissuade them from imagining futures,
Where they wish to be cast,

Also, don't think,
It's now the present's time,
As you float in this ocean we call life,
Jump out and try the frigid, savage brine.