Doing What You Should

There are many things that one gets,
From another person,
And that does not mean the other owes anything more,
Than that contribution,

It does not mean that your life belongs to,
Any one person's claim,
On a skill you provide for a task or tasks,
Because you and they are not the same,

And if you realize what it is that you do,
That really defines your soul,
And have the means to dedicate yourself to it,
No one has the right to call you home.

And it's alright,
To feel torn about loyalties,
That must means you have a conscience,
Which will be helpful for your true activities.

Letting Go

Everything has an end,
Unless you keep it alive,
In your mind,
Until the day you die,

And as those things compile inside,
Pushing to find their way out,
Grappling with each other,
And fracasing about,

It becomes clear the need to let go,
As so many have said in the past,
And if that means destroying who you are,
It's worth it if it means that you will last,

To be alright,
To live to fight another day,
To look yourself in the mirror,
And say it's going to be okay.

Reallignment

Remember where you came from,
And how you got where you are,
And remember when it was that you felt,
The most natural,

And those moments when you saw something else,
And thought, "that is the thing for me",
Because that was not just you talking to no one,
But something trying to tell you something.

And though it seems that society,
Leads you down a path you cannot escape,
You're either alone, or with people who love you,
And neither would begrudge you a piece of the cake.

And it's alright,
Sometimes things seem really rough,
Like when the world seems to be crumbling.
That's just a chance to say enough is enough.

Desire

If you know where you're going,
And you still feel unsettled,
Despite the fact that you chose the route,
And considered the risk real little,

And are waking up with fear in your stomach,
And a desire to stay in bed,
Knowing that you can't just escape the world,
Thinking you would be better off dead,

Then, if you have the time, it might be best,
To reassess the choices you have made,
And realign yourself with your true desires,
Before your true desires quietly fade.

And it's alright,
If there's a risk in that,
There's also a risk that what you're doing now,
Is killing you quickly, isn't it?

Momentum

What's the value of momentum,
And the effects that it has,
On the thing that is possible,
That never was?

As it snowballs so does it grow,
And bowls over all it sees,
Grabbing people along the way,
If only because they want to be,

Part of the greater group they're not part of,
Because there is strength in numbers,
And everyone just wants to be strong,
Because society just wants to smother.

And it's alright,
As long as the snowball is one of good,
Which means it intends to unify,
Rather than get all that it could.

Undermining

One thing to make absolutely sure,
Is that the environment,
You find yourself in is the ideal one,
For self-improvement.

If it leaves you feeling incomplete,
Or not up to the task,
You can be sure it's undermining your potential,
And there's no need to ask,

Those in charge of maintaining your house.
Feelings can never be wrong.
They may be the result of misinterpretation,
But their reality remains true all along.

And it's alright,
As long as you don't let it sit,
Too long before you do something,
To at least acknowledge it.

What To Do

How to know your calling,
Is the biggest question there is,
Because it requires knowing yourself,
And all of your choices,

And being able to erase yourself,
To see what naturally fills your space,
While not worrying about survival,
Because that's what separates the human race,

From the beasts, oh wait is that for sure,
Because it seems they already have it right,
Except for when they're interfered in by us,
And feel the need to question their own plight.

Oh, and it's alright,
If what you decide is that you don't know.
Just throw yourself into admirable causes,
In case it's the selfish ones that're ultimately your show.

Daggers

You can't escape the daggers,
If you pretend like you don't care,
Or rather, if you truly don't,
Because you're just laying yourself bare.

It is hard but you need some kind of perspective,
That is consistent and outward-looking.
It doesn't matter if it's right at first,
Because you will eventually calibrate,

To what is happening around usually,
And where the hints are of a coming coup.
And these hints are all you'll ever have,
To help protect you.

And it's alright,
If you never want to do something great,
You're basically not living anyway,
So let those daggers penetrate.

Ignoring

You can feel it closer,
If you let it in your mind,
And take responsibility for how,
It evolves in time.

In time it may just reconcile itself,
To a whimper in the back of your mind,
Which means it's real, but you're ignoring it,
And ignoring what it may be in time.

And if you think that it will work itself out,
You're ignoring the process of your mind,
Which never let's a think go unconsciously,
Because it doesn't know what it'll need in time.

And it's alright,
If you just forget your mind,
That will work for just about everything,
But, be aware, it won't work every time.

How To Stay On Top

There is a very fine line,
Between praise and contempt,
Even though you might see no end on moment,
Your stature could be destroyed in the next,

And that is because as you do your best,
Others are doing their's also,
And it might not be fore only good,
And until you fall, you may never know.

And the best way to avoid this disaster,
Is to give the benefit of the doubt,
Not in the goodness of all around you,
But in your commitment to being devout,

To being alright,
Yes, the onus is on you,
Because you're the only one you can control,
And nothing speaks louder than your actions do.

What Progress Really Is

You don't have to know everything,
Just reflect after the fact,
That what you did was not all that you could,
And then relax,

And let it absorb into your soul,
So instinctively it doesn't happen again,
And you can then reflect on something else,
Because it never ends.

But in relation to others there is motion,
So that it really will seem you have arrived,
Compared to some who never reflect at all,
And who by definition are not really alive.

And it's alright,
To be awed by the eternity of it all.
All progress is really only relative.
But all that means is you're not infallible.

The Good Fight

Truth must surely prevail,
Not to sound like a dreamer,
But what else is there to look forward do,
Except a bummer,

Of an existence, expecting nothing,
And getting nothing in return.
The will to fight rests on some kind of ideal,
And the strength lies in the fact you are sure,

That right is on your side, or else it's not,
And you are surely alone,
As one by one everyone learns of your fate,
As a bastard unwilling to atone.

And it's alright,
If not everyone understands,
You always have the very end to look to,
When everyone finally can.

Justice

You can't expect the right thing,
To happen just because,
You recognize that it would be wrong,
And an injustice.

Justice is something that has to be fought for,
And that never wants to rear its head,
Without champions ready to fight for it,
Because it is mostly unwanted,

And has a complex because when it shows up,
It's mostly taken for granted,
Or, at least a great inconvenience,
In the way of personal advancement.

But it's alright,
You know what Hume said:
It will always be those who do the most good for most,
That will be ultimately lauded.

What's Right

There are certain beliefs,
That should completely mould your world,
And bend others to your perspective,
Or your own reality will be unfurled.

And as long as it is ultimately good,
And aims for honesty and justice,
The anger you get for being unmoveable,
Will be appreciated for what it is,

Which is what everyone wants to be,
No matter the consequences,
Though, it might be a strain on worldly facts,
The heart is where the home is.

And it's alright,
If it takes a little time to realize this,
It's not an easy thing, but you won't regret it,
When you look back at how you have lived.

White Lies

When it rains, it pours,
Sometimes it even hails,
And if your lucky fire falls from the sky,
And you must navigate the hell,

And come out unsinged or at least not flinch,
And present yourself with an air of authority,
That you have the right to exist where you are,
And that the mess was an inevitability,

But is not the cue for dismantling,
The structure built to house the person you are.
Only truth can reveal your strongest shell,
And barring that, you must believe in your mars.

And it's alright,
It's better to lie to yourself,
Than to rue those deceits done innocently,
In the throes of defending your own wealth.

The Fantastical

There are certainly those moments,
That seem too odd to be true,
Of course what point of reference do you have,
But this strange reality, too?

Like remember you have no idea,
Where it is that you come from,
And that is do not to ineptitude,
That's not shared by everyone.

So not to take away from magic,
But it's no stranger than truth,
And should do no more to hinder,
After amazing you.

And it's alright,
If nothing actually pans out,
There's always the fantastical to create,
Out of what has already been found.

Community Manager

The world is now expanding,
It’s no longer just where you are,
It’s how you connect to people and in what way,
Which is the gauge for just how far,

You have gone and how far you are going,
Because this is the new way to communicate,
A new world where everything needs to be rebuilt,
And imagined in a whole new way,

And all you have to do is rethink yourself,
To understand how it is you can fit.
The field has changed but the rules are the same,
And you can be just as successful in it.

But it’s only alright,
If you learn how to navigate,
And how to speak in this new language,
And in the world that it creates.

The Ingenuous Life

Don't let someone else guide you,
In how you live your life,
For not every one can be understood by everyone,
Neither jubilation or strife,

For everyone's true route must be made by instinct,
Because logic does not suffice friend.
So imagine someone else guiding you,
Without knowing your preferred and ultimate end.

And if you're lost remember that two things,
Are never exactly alike,
And each new moment's never happened before,
Regardless what it looks like.

And it's alright,
If you want to be rely on others,
Society could not exist as it does,
If only truth guided everyone's answers.

Postal Avoidance

There are times in people's lifes,
Where there just seems too much,
To do and too much to much to think about,
That they soon lose touch,

With the fact that there is something more,
Waiting on the other side,
Of what they're doing which is far less thick,
But which elusively hides,

Always in the tomorrow and never comes,
Because unfortunately,
It seems the way society wants to work,
Is to keep you busy, constantly.

But it's alright,
There's always light at the end,
Even if it never arrives,
It's what keeps you from self-destruction.

Preparation for Life

When you are a baby,
All things are done for you,
You eat the best food possible,
And you're left to sleep, too.

No stress is permitted to enter your body,
For the most important thing,
For parents is for you to grow up strong and healthy,
To prepare you for working,

And lengthened hours and missed meals,
And responsibilities beyond,
What your body should have, but you're already grown,
So there's no need to be kind.

But it's alright,
One day you may have your childhood again,
When you are too old or frail to work anymore,
As long as you have people willing to be your parents.