How To Be Free

If you're not doing what you want,
But you have little choice,
Because of the responsibilities handed to you,
With a heave and foist,

In the baggage that was purchased,
Before you were even born,
Like Clooney in that movie Up In The Air,
You don't need to have it no more,

Because it only requires that you cut,
The ties that bind to everyone you know,
From parents, to friends, to employers,
And those you meet as you go.

Then you'll be alright,
And free to do what you'd like,
And if you think about close connections with others,
Don't believe the hype.

Business

Here's one more difference between business,
And what you might call life:
In business you should take no offense.
Tenaciousness should be the heights,

To which you strive, for no other emotion,
Will serve you any purpose,
But to engage energy of the soul,
Into something everyone knows,

Is not personal, because it is money,
That drives the decisions made in it,
If not, then no matter what anyone tells you,
You are not doing business.

And it's alright,
If you'd rather live by your heart,
Just remember, if you want the comforts of life,
You may have to step out of it for a start.

Schedule By Attitude

There are seven ways to be,
And you can be one each day,
Until you reach the point of being able,
To immediately choose a way,

To be in any given moment, given,
What the circumstances demand,
Intuitively, not by choice.
That is the ultimate circumstance,

To allow you to observe your world,
As you experience it, like never before.
Go on the most effective auto-pilot,
And be uncertain no more,

Unless you want to be, alright?
This is the gift of being alive.
No state of being is denied your heart,
And no thought is denied your mind.

The Problem With Business

Business is a nasty business,
It's nothing like life,
Where friendship matters more than performance,
And it pays to be nice,

And where you don't have to do anything at all,
Either for others or for yourself,
Just to keep assured of your status,
And you're not afraid to ask for help,

And where you never have to say,
"It's just business,"
Which is always a precursor, or a cap,
To some kind of cruelness.

Because, is it alright,
That something that takes up so much of life,
Should be so diametrically opposed to it?
I mean, it is, right?

What If

You will often find,
If you look back on your life,
Instances of opportunities lost,
That just might,

Have erased all your worriies for stability,
But for which now it is too late.
Like that song, "if I knew then what I know now."
It's enough to make you irate,

With yourself and everyone you've ever known,
For not being quite good enough,
To have the vision others obviously do,
In figuring out stuff.

But it's alright,
It's all relative.
You can alway's make-believe,
You are a big success.

Second Guess Yourself

Second guess yourself,
Each and everyday,
And each and every moment,
About everything you say,

And everything you do, for that will surely,
Bring out the best,
Of all your worst decisions, 'cause that's what happens,
When you second guess,

Because the things you do that ate really good,
You do without a thought,
Even the thinking you do before doing,
Can be top notch.

But it's alright,
You can actually get by,
Not believing in anything that you do,
You just won't fly.

What Life Owes You

You will never stop wondering,
What would have happened if,
No matter how happy you happen to be,
Or how pissed,

You are at the hand life dealt you,
Despite what you may have tried,
To do to thwart the forces trying to bring you down,
And destroy the dreams you wish had never died.

Even though you know you'll never know,
If things could have been different,
If you had altered your actions a modicum,
Or had caught the messages that were sent,

To help you be alright,
And guide you to the truth,
That life never gave you any guarantees,
And owes you no kind of loot.

The Past

Never throw out,
What you were in the past,
Because it hurts no one if you keep it,
And it will last,

As long as you, and without it,
You may as well start from scratch.
Don't throw the baby out with the bath water,
Even if that water's really bad.

Even if it's filled with blood and destruction,
And things no one should ever see,
Keep those things with all the rest,
And they will be thinned by other things that be.

And it will be alright,
You can take the best of what's there,
And build the life you always wanted,
Should you never have a care.

No Greater Joy

There is no greater joy,
Than when you forget what you want,
And just do what you're doing,
In the moment.

And that is because,
Joy is matched with,
Getting what you want,
No matter the context.

Isn't that strange,
When there's really no reference,
To something you can call true,
Outside of some sense,

That things will be alright,
If you believe in it?
Life is funny that way,
So get used to it.

How To Make It Right

You have to stop,
What you are doing,
Every once in a while,
To get your berrings,

And look at yourself from another place,
Other than inside looking out,
And assess the quality of living,
You are churning out.

And then you can decide if you are doing,
What you actually should,
Given your talents and desires.
Of course, it's probably too late if you could,

Try to be alright,
By trying something else.
Life doesn't afford many chances,
To figure out yourself.

Getting Away

The best part of getting away,
Is looking back on your self,
And observing what you do and what you don't,
For your mental health,

And what you do and what you don't,
That you always said you'd like,
'Cause if we did, or even could, then,
There would be no fights,

Or discontent, but wait just a minute,
The presumption here is too large:
That doing what you like is how to be content,
Rather than just living with nobody in charge,

Of you being alright,
And safe from others.
What a wacky structure that rests on protection,
And not on loving each other!

Nothing at All

When you just feel like curling,
Up in a tiny ball,
Without disturbance from the outside world.
Or anything at all,

From within, so that all you hear,
Is the confusion of the void,
And the fear of what there really is,
When you strip away all the toys.


And when I say 'you', let's be honest,
No thing would actually exist,
To observe this cacophany of silence,
Or to envy it.

And it's alright,
Because, if you really could,
Learn what there is without your perspective,
You'd also be beyond evil and good.

Be What You Want To Be

If you want to see where you've gone,
Then visit who you were,
At all the haunts you used to go to in the past,
But just be sure,

You're talking to the right version of you,
And not who you thought you should have been,
And start asking yourself some questions,
About where you think you're going.

Now calibrate that with your own journey,
And assess the distance you have traveled.
Are you impressed by the progress you've made,
Or sufficiently less enamoured?

Now, alright,
Go find the person you want to be,
Again, talk, calibrate and assess,
And set course for that trajectory,

How To Do What You Want

Of all the things you want to do,
There are only a few that you can.
And of the things that you can do,
There's only a few you can ram,

Into your life, so you better choose wisely,
And choose the ones you really want.
And of the things that you want to do,
There are some you just can't,

Because you won't be able to do the one,
Simultaneously with the other.
And of the things you want to do that you can,
Good luck having the courage to bother.

'Cause it's alright,
Having great ideas.
But to put them into reality,
Requires big cojones.

You'll Never Have It

It doesn't take much,
To place yourself out of time,
And place to get a look,
At that for which you pine,

Which is everything that you are not,
Because the nature of human beings,
Is to forever be dissatisfied,
And searching,

For your ideal self. It doesn't matter who you are,
No one is exempt,
Even if you are admired by most,
There is always something left,

That will make you alright,
If you only had it.
And until you do, which is impossible,
You'll always be discontent.

To Do

There is a big difference,
Between sticking with something,
And being passionate about it,
For fifteen,

Minutes, until you forget all about it,
Because that's just how you are made.
Think about how far you could have gotten,
If you just stuck with something for a day?

But that is what separates those that do,
And those that never will.
IS there any hope for you?
Only time will tell.

And it's alright,
It also depends,
On what you truly want from this world.
Success or regrets.

No Chance

There it goes again:
Time and all its potential.
Before you know it, there'll be nothing left,
And with regret, you will be full,

For things you didn't do, which some argue,
Is worse, than for things you did.
"But, society leaves nothing left for ourselves,"
You say on your death bed,

Which may be true if you try to be responsible,
To the activities,
Which are demanded to maintain this system,
Of inequities.

And it's alright,
No one's saying there's an alternative.
Either you live in this world or you,
Live life as a fugitive.

What To Do

You will often ask yourself,
Why did you not,
Now that you think about it,
Go after what you want?

And why are you doing what you're doing now?
You will find youself thoroughly depressed,
Not because you're not doing what you should,
But because you forget,

That there are always an inifite other things,
That you could be doing at any moment,
The majority of which you can't even imagine,
Like what you're doing at the present,

And what you could next, alright?
Because the next moment also brings,
A world of possibilities,
And new beginnings.

Others Will Help

There is no way of controlling,
What happens around you,
But, that doesn't negate knowing,
What you have to do,

Which requires more assumptions than,
Our assumptions would like us to think,
We'd need, because it's their job,
To fool us about being,

Beings that know something,
About where we come from.
So, tell me on the life of those close to you,
What is your origination?

And it's alright,
You don't have to tell me today.
Just keep it in mind the next time,
You're expecting things a certain way.

It's Alright

The first part of being okay,
Is knowing where you stand,
And then of knowing that everyone else knows where that is,
And that they understand,

That where you're standing is where you want to be,
And if you think there's any confusion,
To be okay, you have to rectify that,
With those who are the persons,

Closest to you or who can,
Affect your life the most.
You'll never be able to make the world understand,
Just like you can't understand those,

Who are alright,
But diametrically opposed to you.
Just be satisfied with where you are,
And with what you do.