I Do

What kind of vow'd I write?
Would I believe my words?
There's nothing tying what I say in life,
T'what I do aferwards,

As far as I'm concerned nothing matters,
Do you know what I mean?
We're born to this world, when we die we're gone,
Ethics has no footing,

But feelings do!
For a tool that will stick,
One's gut is a pretty good compass, too,
But avoid religion and politics.

Grow Up

You want to know something?
I never thought myself,
Was anyone other than who I am,
Forget anyone else,

But there's a reason we live together,
I mean humanity,
We're only someone if there's someone else,
We can imagine looking back at me,

Seeing the person that I know I am,
I mean, it's obvious,
If they don't appreciate what I bring,
Well, they can just get lost-

Not everyone!
Someone must see the truth,
Not understanding that they're people too,
A flaw we all should leave behind with youth.

Self-Self-Exploitation

I am taking a break,
"Hmmph, from what?" you snicker,
I admit I don't have to wash my hands,
Thanks to an employer,

I sometimes like to think of me as boss,
And me as employee,
So that I will have a lot of practice,
Should I become one eventually,

"You must exercise mutual respect,
Not easy for either,
You take the job home with you ev'ry day,
You eat it for dinner."

But that's ok,
I'm lucky, brah,
My life has more meaning because of it,
So what if I am breaking 'labour laws'.

Just Give Up Now

I just used my finger,
To log on to this blog,
Not tapping my password with one digit,
Don't diss my wherewithal,

Typing was my highest mark in high school,
Do not diss that, either,
All's to say this thing knows my finger print,
Without fight it got me to surrender,

Saying something about security,
But who d'I have to fear?
Some person wanting to co-opt my site,
Or the machine creep here,

Whose got my print?
Or is it on the web?! At least ancestry's keeping my spit safe,
It's the last trusted corporation left.

Late At Night

Where is self-confidence,
What do I have to pay?
Not the kind you can talk to a stranger,
But knowing what to say,

Seeing everything in front of you,
Knowing what people want,
Seeing their motivations and their fears,
More than that, knowing what it is you want,

I'm starting to think there's a lot of you,
I wasn't in the game,
Just wishing that being me was enough,
While you just gained and gained.

It's my time now,
I mean, I know no more,
I just think that it's finally my time,
To see the reason for what came before.

Oh Well

Is there any value,
In understanding things,
In a way that others can understand,
That once were mysteries,

Which you think could be used to help others,
Helping people connect,
Showing them how to make things fair for all,
Else, you'd not have wasted your intellect,

That then's used to give one an advantage,
(Not sure why I'm surprised),
Because despite what we always hope for,
Humans are not nice guys?

'Course you could say,
There is still a chance, yet,
Just like the sun might not rise tomorrow,
I am sure not going to take that bet.

Brain Fog

I don't know what to say,
My head is all foggy,
I'm trying to lean into this new state,
Than sweeping it away,

We are born into this world as we are,
We've no sway over that,
Then as we grow we are just what we are,
Doesn't matter what we were aiming at,

So here I sit wondering what is next,
Changes or all the same,
Either way, I will be just who I am,
Really, it's all the same,

Except this thought,
Then the one that follows,
No matter where you are, that's where you are,
And where that is nobody really knows.