Preparing for Battle

I know I can do this,
The question is, will I?
Is it possible it is hit and miss,
If I'll conquer or die?

I have to believe that I have control,
No, I have to just know,
For if it's in my power to succeed,
Not believing is not the way to go,

Succeeding means you are ready to fail,
There must be risk to win,
Ensuring your odds by surrendering,
Your self to nature's whim.

It's on your side,
If you are on its, too,
Accept the gift of pure uncertainty,
Wrapped in the pleasure of presenting you.

It's Time

It's coming together,
If I just let it be,
Don't get excited and try tinkering,
'sif I've sagacity,

Getting in the way of the universe,
Giving me a leg up,
The smallest effort of it thwarted by,
Me paying my two cents for a new rut,

Then asking why the universe don't care,
To help a brother out,
Give me a cent for each two cents I've lost,
And I'd be rich, no doubt,

You do the math,
Look back over the years,
How many times did you get in your way,
Because you couldn't let go of your fears?

The Philosopher's Bowl

This is what I have meant,
I hope you see it now,
Even though some things might seem very weird,
It's accepted some how,

Unless it falls outside propriety,
Then it is really weird,
Don't ask me how to tell which one is which,
Only action reveal what's fine and feared,

Like, go ahead and buy a whole island,
Do whatever you want,
But, god forbid that's all the cash you got,
When the cops want a lot,

And you are broke,
Oh boy, that's the real crime,
Having money proves you have got the stuff,
When you've done something wrong to pay the fine.

Get Ready

This might be the lowest,
In relation to age,
That in retrospect I'll have found myself,
When I am gone and dead,

My life will seem like an epic journey,
This being the nadir,
Then through a series chance encounters,
My opportunity's finally here,

Yes luck is ninety percent readiness,
But something's got to come,
Detached from any effort on your side,
To make the connection,

To succeeding,
Plus a firmly blind eye,
To those for whom luck has been elusive,
Who've been as ready for it as have I.

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.