It's All Relative

Things aren't all that bad,
You can always say that,
If you accept that life is relative,
Then we can all look back,

Trace how we got to where we ended up,
Would it be true to say,
That even two identical people,
Must start their journeys from a diff'rent place?
Then so too can they never intersect,
Or follow the same path,
So is comparing yourself to others,
A self-deleting act.

That's a good thing! It's called wearing their shoes,
But though you can learn from mistakes they've made,
You can never learn from them what to do.

It's Happened!

Imagine tomorrow,
Like it was yesterday,
Something you'd wanted for quite a long time,
Happened to you that day,

You don't know yet if it will lead somewhere,
It's too early to tell,
Maybe if you work hard and enjoy it,
Word of you may just hit the rumour mill,

Or maybe it will lead nowhere at all,
There's nothing wrong with that,
Some people wait their lives for their big chance,
'Cause they live in the past,

But that's not you,
You e'er feel like you've won,
Maybe not all your dreams have come true, yet,
But that can't touch your imagination.

Getting Beyond

Am I just wasting time?
Well, if I have to ask...
I have so much in me I want to give,
But I lack the right mask,

Society demands that I work hard,
But not everyone.
If we all pitched in what we needed to,
From the undervalued to the Elons,

Maybe there would be less hardship around,
Certainly no more wars,
We'd all be so completely satisfied,
What would they be good for?

It's not nature,
Nature's whatever is,
Humans can recognize another way,
Greater than hubris and divisiveness.

How Else Could It Be?

I was asked when I feel,
The most anxiety,
Before or after I ingest something,
Makes no diff'rence to me,

I never do something with out thinking,
A blessing a curse,
Ne'er worry if I'm doing the right thing,
Do not know what it is like acting first,

I will never know if I missed something,
Actually, I do,
Doing anything means you're missing out,
But that I'll never rue,

I like my life,
Including what's not there,
It's nature that existence excludes things,
That's the only way it could make it fair.

Here's Why

Sometimes you get anxious,
With no idea why,
Could be something's eating you from inside,
Maybe your heart or mind,

Wants the other to know there's something wrong,
But since neither can speak,
While you know what they want but will not say,
So one of them makes that Cortisol leak,

Then you sit reading this and wonder why,
Well, let me tell you folks,
Sometimes a feeling is just a feeling,
With no reason to coax.

Oh, let's be real,
Everything's got a cause,
If anyone could tell you anything,
This could be a boilerplate contract clause.

Academia

Think I've said this before,
Sure I'll say it again,
In fact, I said it in the last two lines,
As only this human,

Who can't be anything other than what,
I am in this moment,
Which means, therefore, my brush never changes,
With which I paint past, future, and present,

It's the same brush with which you paint, yourself,
It's how it's held that counts,
There's an ontology to sink teeth in,
Depending how it sounds.

If it sounds good,
Maybe we're kindred souls,
Don't know any other way to put it,
This be the friction that ignites my coals.

Eventually, You May Prevail

There's a point in each life,
If you play your cards right,
When who you are will align perfectly,
With the world's morning light,

When everything that you've been saying,
For years and years and years,
As if you saw a truth no one else could,
Is what the population wants to hear,

It's not that you know anything special,
We all say the same thing
Filtered by the position of our minds,
Through those of other b'ings,

Like billyard balls,
Sometimes you are lucky,
Then too the best players will miss sometimes,
Does any of this sound like prophesy?

Right Meet Left

What cannot fall apart,
Cannot be in this world,
The chance that what there is might yet not be,
Is all I've ever heard,

Talked about among the critical minds,
Who write and educate,
Just sceptical enough to question all,
But still have faith in what they call innate,

Which some claim's simply denial of god,
Who wrote all the Truth down,
Denying that's proof of their denial,
Infidels was the sound,

Of what they're called,
They say that they don't care,
What people say, just not to their children,
Challenging what they think, no one should dare.

All Frameworks Must Conform

All the things that happen,
No matter the framework,
Must somehow track back to a higher law,
Else, what is it all worth?

You cannot have one thing happen one way,
With no explanation,
That does not need that thing to be at all,
That's also destroyed with its destruction,

Nor can you be sure anything is right,
Unless you just believe,
Dismissing frameworks that do not comply,
That frankly have to leave.

"Don't get me wrong,
I've naught 'gainst anyone!"
The anthem of those who when they've their way,
Are the first to enact conformation.

We All Need A Turning Point

Step outside of your head,
As if you're someone else,
See things you would never see otherwise,
Living just as yourself,

Recognize how insane it feels to you,
But stop 'fore it doesn't,
For then you're just becoming someone else,
For whom your life would be just as unhinged,

Now keep that other life inside your head,
Visit it ev'ry day,
To keep you grounded in the self you are,
There is no other way,

Th'alternative's,
You live one dimension,
What others say sounds like faulty logic,
And are beyond your imagination.