Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom

My mom was born, today,
Don't steal my iden'ty!
I don't think about her every day,
Since life had set her free,

But I don't e'er think of myself either,
Okay, that is a lie,
But so far as my mom is inside me,
In many respects, she has yet to die,

She is as much a part of what I do,
'sany other aspect,
Of what makes me, not because I am weird,
It's just what you'd expect,

From kindred souls,
We were so much alike,
Part of my motivation is to do,
What she always wanted, but couldn't quite.

Ear Worms

I am losing the tune,
It will come back, I'm sure,
Because it's come back ev'ry other time,
The past proves the future,

Just like the ends e'er justifies the means,
It's all about outcomes,
If it did worked once, then try it again,
You can't be blamed for god's constitution,

But you can try to understand others,
Even those you don't like,
That's the sticky point for all of the sides,
Belief in their own rights.

Who'm I to say?
An ear worm's in my brain,
Maybe I'm dancing to a diff'rent song,
Music is good and pure, I can't abstain.

Incremental Change

I am reading a book,
Called Atomic Habits,
James Clear clearly understands perception,
Just like David Hume did,

Everything we know's based on habit,
Based on experience,
So if you want to change your circumstance,
You have to start by adjusting your lens,

Which will then help you adjust your habits,
To attain what you want,
Which should be an adjusted perception
Just do not wake up Kant,

He'll drag you back,
Where things are what they are,
Nothing worse than an answer to it all,
Hume would have said, 'throw his books on the fire!'

What I Lack

I try to write lyrics,
For tunes other than this,
I swear it's like I've never written words,
That aren't serious,

Every thought has to be the best one,
Not like what I do here,
Which is ten thousand times better than that,
Because here I am able not to care,

There's something special in the circumspect,
When there's nothing to lose,
But trying to say something to a tune,
Is like lighting a fuse,

You don't want to,
There is no turning back,
While here I know I am never finished,
Writing lyrics for lyrics sake I lack.

What Life Should Be

Life should be a jumble,
Of surprise and regret,
Without letting either last very long,
In fact, let me suggest,

You treat each moment like a gift from god,
No matter what it brings,
Strike forth with optimism and pure heart,
How could such a tack not be rewarding?

Don't worry about what others might think,
You'll never really know,
I've been yelled at and beaten to the ground,
By admiring fellows,

Who were afraid,
Of the love that I brought,
Wishing for peace is beyond god's power,
Your's to make the world what you want is not.