Youth Wasted

Each week is different,
And closer to your death,
You look back on ones that were not as good,
P'haps you were smoking meth,

Or not succeeding at something you tried,
You thought was your mission,
Then you fail worse in the week after that,
You believe that your peak has come and gone,

Distraction all around you doesn't help,
You are the cause of it,
If you knew what you actually want,
Nothing could inhibit,

Your direction,
Focused and confident,
You would need to be thirty years younger,
Not to accept this basic axiom.

This Isn't Me

Sometimes you must delay,
Something you have to do,
So you do not feel like you owe the world,
Or that the world owns you,

To remember that ev'rything you see,
Is there for no reason,
Even though people try to tell you that,
Like they know ev'rything under the sun,

But to know it all you must know it all,
Though I can't know for sure,
There isn't anyone alive or dead,
That's e'er had that power.

Can I say that?
It's feeling blasphemous,
If I know this world, and believe I do,
I better keep this post anonymous.

The American Dream

The American dream,
It is just as it sounds,
Propped up by a very few who make it,
To keep the dream around,

I guess it's not bad living in a dream,
If you never awake,
If hunger doesn't annihilate sleep,
Or debt, your home and security take,

Or plug yourself into a computer,
That hides all of those things,
You are wasting away but don't know it,
Wait, that is happening,

The dream's here now,
What was I worried 'bout?
Better a short, blissful, and easy life,
Than one of struggle, unfairness, and doubt.

Delayed Thought

I don't have time for this,
No time to think things through,
To avoid thinking back to things I say,
In this moment with you,

I need to work on who I want to be,
Truly, it's about time,
Even if that means being who I've been,
Letting circumstances be what defines,

What it means to be who it is I am.
It's worked for me so far?
It's a testament to my self knowledge,
That I'm not really sure.

This is my life
Either by faith or fear,
With no concrete consequence either way,
Always hoping that this could be the year.

Survive

What have you done in life,
When you look back on it,
Thinking through the decisions that you made,
And what you've not done yet,

Those times you were presented with a choice,
Did you take time to think,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven steps out,
From the possible consequences brink,

Or did you put faith in some kind of fate,
You thought was on your side,
Because you lived life without strategy,
Like it's some kind of ride,

Which it respects,
It you personified,
While you waste time thinking what could have been,
If you could have stomached knowing you'd like.

Too Bad, So Sad

So I didn't get it,
Worse things have happened, no?
People have died, bombs dropped, houses destroyed,
Someone has spoiled the end,

The key is not to hold on to the past,r> Except as a lesson,
What to do, not to do, to do next time,
Know societal configurations,

Oh sure, take some time to commisserate,
We all need catharsis,
Even draw it out for a couple days,
If you think you'll exist,

For long enough,
Tomorrow's not ensured,
In your final moments, you think you'll wish,
Your indignation with the world endured?

Don't Bother Reading This

I have nothing to say,
So, let me start right now,
I do think I have it all figured out,
I only don't know how,

I successfully got myself this far,
That is, I'm still alive,
Despite that we're a system made of things,
Individually can't be revived,

I mean, what keeps all our parts together,
Don't tell me that it's god,
You may's well tell me it is a fairy,
That assembled this bod,

Until I see,
How that matters to me,
Right now, as I navigate labrynth,
That brings death to all who manage leaving.