Guilt

Sometimes I feel guilty,
And I don't know why.
I want to be dragged down the street,
Laughed at by the people I am dragged by.

Outside religion there is so much freedom,
But little self-assurance,
That what you're doing is anywhere near right.
But what is the alternative?

Without rules, guilt must point the way,
To where your body tells you not to go.
And without testing with life experience,
Where wrong is, you'd never know.

And it's alright,
It's a small price to pay, I guess,
For all the moments when the guilt is replaced,
By exuberance.

Houses

They tell you you should buy a house,
Save up money for a down payment.
You put it all in, minus the lawyer's fees,
Now your money is all spent.

The mortgage payments cover a bit of the actual,
Price of the house itself.
I'm not quite sure who owns the house right now,
But I think it's someone else.

How can money tie such strong knots?
It's not even made of paper anymore.
Most of it just floats through the air like a ghost.
And most the people in the world are poor.

But it's alright,
I'll either have money one day and I'll be fine,
Or I will continue as most people in the world,
And I guess I will get by.

Superiority

It is hard not to speak out,
When you think someone has said,
Something, not for the content of the sentence,
But only to strike you dead.

Is it hard not to realize when your actions,
Stem from exclusionary thoughts?
Is it the nature of every human being,
To prove yourself by proving others are not?

I only ever want to be given,
The benefit of the doubt.
When anything at all's absolutely possible,
Why bring the absolutely most degrading out?

And it's alright,
Even if the world runs this way,
I guess I can shrink myself into my own little one,
Where everyone thinks everyone is okay.

A Dream

My eyes are hardly open,
They are still filled with sleep.
Last night I dreamt I was a king in a castle,
And it's a dream I mean to keep.

My existence was at the cost of another,
And that never-born's mother was looking at me,
As I was trying to play soccer after fifteen years.
No one wanted me on their team.

Then being king I decided that I would,
Measure all the women in my realm for dresses.
Then I went for a walk in my kingdom,
And met an old friend who was quite a mess.

And it's alright,
I think waking up is always a good thing.
At least in the real world you know all the rules,
And have the choice of doing all the breaking.

Sadness

Sadness has overtaken me,
In the past, but not today.
It's alright because the things that cause it,
Are always there anyway.

You try to stop the world by stepping outside it,
And the world doesn't change anyway.
Why, if the world was as it was supposed to be,
Does it leave you in this state?

A revolution's not a happy thing,
But not either is the place that you're from.
Just remember when the revolution ends,
So does the regeneration.

And it's alright,
Sometimes you need a spiritual cleansing.
May I suggest a bottle of Beefeater?
Start when you wake up and go until the evening.

Work

Of all the things to take up,
Ninety percent of your time,
After you factor in the stress that it causes,
I don't want work to be mine.

Everyone knows that one can't live life without it.
Food and shelter don't fall from trees.
Oh wait, food sometimes does and houses are made from wood.
And this was all before money.

Someone is lucky if their job fulfills them.
And most are only kept from the things that they love.
Oh God how I look forward to the weekend,
So I can get my taxes done.

And it's alright,
I'm not really a lazy ass.
I would work a seventy-hour week.
If I had an investment in the task.

Ads

I'm not the biggest fan,
Of how money drives everything.
Though, lately I've been trying to give my mind a twist,
And imagine that it is nothing.

And of course everyone hopes that millions of people,
Visit their blog to see what they will say.
And hope they'll make lots from the ads they let on.
There is no value to things for which one won't pay.

No need to worry, as cash becomes more electronic,
And everything is infused with it,
Value will return to the things as they are.
Won't the world then be completely perfect?

And it's alright,
Though things will change, but not really get better,
There will be a glorious time of transition,
When every human is truly unfettered.

Meditation

My mom always told me,
"Son, you must meditate",
But why I could never understand.
Now I hope I'm not too late.

My thoughts have always been almost never there,
So in a way I'm already not that far,
From that state in which you try to find yourself.
I am a natural meditator.

I've read half of the Complete Idiot's Guide,
And my routine is fairly regular,
And if it's anything like all other things that I've done,
I probably won't get that far.

But it's alright,
Maybe I'll be able to delve into myself.
'Cause if I can't face what is really inside me,
How can anybody else?

Introduction

I'm having a baby,
What do you think of that?
Though it hasn't really hit me yet,
I can't avoid this fact.

We are in an apartment and we are married,
And we also have three cats.
If I really stopped to think about it...
But never mind any of that.

Work is much more secure than where I was before,
It makes me laugh to hear my coworkers say,
"The conditions here are so unacceptable".
Try working in a fifteen-foot pit one day.

And it's alright,
I guess I'll be doing this everyday.
It doesn't make much difference to me.
I would be doing it anyway.