Excuses

You have to start at the lowest,
To get as high as you can,
And where that spot is depends on your approach,
And not on where you think you stand.

The hard work comes when you are not aware,
And only seems that way in retrospect,
And you can moan about the hard times,
While you enjoy the hard times' opulence.

I may not be right because I'm not there yet,
And each day passing makes it harder to gauge.
Everyone should have the opportunity,
But that is not how everyone was raised.

And it's alright,
As long as I have something to blame,
I can't feel that bad about not succeeding,
At what I always thought was mine to claim.

Bad Eggs

The sickness overtook me,
The pain inflamed 'til I could not move,
The ambulance came, and though it was needed,
They were very rude.

My son and I and my wife all on a gurney,
While my fluids are regenerated,
And before that I passed out on the bathroom floor,
Is anymore description needed?

But she was there through the whole thing with our newborn,
And I can't thank her more for that.
Would you have done the same thing in her position?
Am I a man after all that?

And it's alright,
Only time will tell,
And there is always time to turn things around,
And prove that you're not a shell.

Evolution

There is little I know,
About what's happening in the world.
I know there's trouble in the Middle East,
But what is it all for?

And I see a lot of homeless around here,
But won't there always be poor?
Of course, I do little to help them,
Of course, I don't make much more.

My life is about worrying about how,
I will provide for the people in my life,
That are dependent on me for survival.
I guess things haven't changed since the world was ice.

And it's alright,
If you thought that humans got beyond,
The simple life of other animals.
What other species can engage in revolution?

Rush

I'm so satisfied,
With the way things are going,
That I wish that society would let you alone,
With just these things.

But then there are the debts and responsibilities,
That, I guess, allow the circumstances,
To exist in which lie the satisfying times,
With which I started these stanzas.

And even this time is a short-lived moment,
That, of course, may never happen again,
But if it doesn't, at least I know that this life,
Can provide such things to humans.

And it's alright,
I'm sure I'll be back,
Of course, you wouldn't know it,
But I've already been gone for a yak.

Responsibility

Is life passing you by?
Because if that's what you think,
You also think it's not treating you well.
When did life become a dink?

When the moon revolves around the earth,
You probably try to stop it cold,
So that it's the earth that does the rotation,
And everything gets young, you're not getting old.

It's hard to say that we're in control of our actions,
Let alone the actions of other things,
Just like it's hard to pick the chicken or egg.
I guess it depends on how good you're living.

And it's alright,
Maybe if you imagine you're living well,
You'll begin to take responsibility for your actions,
And then that you have actual libel.

Desires

Look around you and tell me,
If you have all that you want,
And if not, if someone painted you a picture of what that is,
Would you recognize it, or what?

There's this whole pursuit of happiness,
That implies you don't have it,
And though it's ass to say it's there for the taking,
Well, it is.

Of course there's someone with more than you,
And of course there is someone with less,
And of course I'm talking to everyone,
So no one has the least or the most, I guess.

And it's alright,
I guess everyone is just in between,
Where they want and where they completely abhor,
Without quite knowing if they've ever been.

Not Too Late

I guess it's never too late,
Especially when life could last forever,
And I have so many goddam dreams,
I'd need that much time to finish a quarter.

Then again there's already so much gone by,
Where so many others have done so much.
Who am I kidding, there is some key component,
That I am just lacking, as such.

And can I find it, is it too late for that?
I guess it's never too late, they say.
I've never risked much, though I've got quite a lot,
And people are killed for what they want, everyday.

And it's alright,
I'm not really complaining.
I've been blessed so far and I don't mean to say,
That I am necessarily lazy.

Go

The fog has now cleared,
And there's a baby on my lap,
Challenging me to find everything interesting,
When all I really want is a nap.

But we would all shrivel up and die,
Without stimulation.
It's the thought that there's something we don't know,
That is the true galvinization.

And passing that on is our most important task,
Because there's plenty with which we can fill brains,
That leave nothing to the imagination,
And so leave everything kinda the same.

And it's alright,
I think there will always be someone who,
Questions things and starts a revolution.
The question is, will that someone be you?

See You Later

I don't know what to say,
I hope you are okay.
Sometimes when I swing my fist with abandon,
Well, let the chips fall where they may.

Like a tsunami or a I don't know what,
Sometimes a human can be so natural,
As to do something without thought to consequence,
At least not on a moralistic level.

But it was not that bad, nothing was broken,
Unless you're talking on an emotional tier,
Where damage is like the tearing of a muscle,
Though, stronger emotions are my greatest fear.

And it's alright,
I don't have the time to get into it now.
I only wanted to plant a little seed,
And to leave you a while to let it sprout.

Second Chances

Am I just a failure,
With the potential of a guy,
Of no real stellar qualities to which to point,
And who will always just get by?

I think that's the case, for where can one find proof,
Except in what one has done and who's admired him?
Though as others have pointed out in the past,
They never admire you for what you intend.

And, of course, failure's all in the mind of the beholder,
And one man's treasure is another man's meat.
But remember that you have your own passions,
And a great life might not be what you need.

And it's alright,
This life is long and may not be the only one.
Learn from what you've done so far and make sure you know,
How to avoid that feeling that you've not fulfilled your vocation.

Power

There's always a way around it,
And part of the fun is finding out how,
And if it wasn't there in the first place,
What is there left to do now?

The world is magic, there is not contradiction,
In imagining that something might happen,
Completely unexpected and unexplained,
Because, what we really know is next to nothing.

And by 'next' I mean in a whole other space,
And not to say, therefore, everything.
I feel so goddam isolated,
I wonder if I'm making any meaning.

And it's alright,
There will be many people I'll meet with power,
But only power that I recognize as existing.
And, only then, if it's for the growth of my tower.

Necessities

Things are going slowly,
As they always do,
Or seem to in life, but you must remember,
That it will always seem slow to you.

Until the day when the most amazing thing happens,
That marks a true new direction of your life,
That day will go by so fast that you will miss it.
A slice of life as thin as the edge of a knife.

That is the kicker, so much hard work's required,
For the rewards that everyone dreams of,
Unless what you're doing's so much in your nature,
That the rewards don't exist out of those minutes.

And it's alright,
If you have to do things that you don't want to.
Do you think that every lion would choose to kill,
If she had the chance to tan by the pool?

Sudoku

Is this the beginning or end?
It's always hard to tell.
I guess it depends if you're talking about,
Things we want or things that can go to hell.

Is that why people get so ga ga over sudoku?
Because it's a sure thing until you finish it,
And then you have to get right on another one,
To lose that feeling that there is nothing left.

I love my wife and kid, there's no doubt about it,
And everything I do, I do for them.
Even if ultimately it's for my own good,
I think of it in terms of evolution.

And it's alright,
Even if people want to intrude,
You can ignore and as a final resort,
It's not exactly a sin to just be rude.

Henry the Eighth

I'm Henry the eighth, I am,
Though, it doesn't make a difference,
That there is nothing going on in my head,
Or that I don't need to come to my own defence.

And if you ask me to bring out for your viewing,
The deep emotions that run through all of us,
Maybe I can, but I don't see how it's possible,
Because, so far, I haven't been victorious.

I have yet still to change or at least open up.
That may never happen, and thus you'll never know,
My abilities untapped to understand human nature,
And display it in a readable show.

And it's alright,
As long as I have things to occupy myself,
I can forget all the things I wish I could do,
With all the things at which I still excel.

Generations

Is it a miracle of life,
That the hands and feet are made,
As well as all those organs found inside,
Without any help from this technological age?

Everything made has artificial vibes,
Like mixtures of warm and of cold air,
Surrounding my nose, telling me it's not real,
But knowing there's no Nature left anywhere.

But that's alright because we can adapt, can't we?
To any circumstances that we create.
That is our talent until we make the air something,
That our fragile bodies just cannot take.

And it's alright,
I'm not here preaching any kind of doom.
My baby's going to grow up in this world,
And, so, it'll just have to clean up its act soon.

Community

I do not have time now,
I have to do all things right now,
Because I am a responsible human being,
That has sealed my fate with a vow.

The restraints that hold one at the moment of birth,
Are less than zero, and close to nil,
But in the search for the meaning to it all,
One tries to understand it by restricting the field.

Which is fine because within infinity,
To block one path is really to do nothing,
At least in so far as restricting your options,
Though it does help you see where you see meaning.

And it's alright,
You don't have to freak out if it's not just,
The way you imagined things, that's not the point.
It's that to see things some way, well, you just must.

Regrets

I don't like this feeling,
Of exclusion that's in the air,
And the act of trying to distiguish it,
Is being thwarted by ma mere.

When hesitation causes me to say,
Something that doesn't feel right in the first place,
I should just trust in what my mind would have done,
If my idea of how things should be weren't keeping pace.

But I've been here before,
Just like I found the sun in the sky today.
Well, actually the clouds are hiding it from me,
Just as my mind hid from me what to say.

And it's alright,
There's nothing that is not rectifiable,
Unless in the mean time there has been a death,
Then you must live wishing you had been natural.

Off You Go

I have come to that road,
That I have been waiting for, for so long,
And I look down it and see how long it is,
And I'm not sure I'm that strong.

Every success stares down the eye of critique,
And only succeeds when it finally don't care,
For nothing worth doing's been done in the past,
Or that doesn't require some sort of dare.

And once you've started walking, that's not the end.
You need not continue, but if you do,
It's like you're always starting from the beginning,
Cause not til you're dead do you truly get your due.

And it's alright,
The best thing is to just close your eyes,
Fall backward into the Universe's arms,
And if you don't, well, at least you tried.

Opportunity

One thing is really awesome,
While another really sucks,
And the shitty thing you find is that they both,
To the same activity are stuck.

But whether the evil outweighs the good,
The amount of the former need not matter,
Because it needn't even really exist,
If you only focus on the latter.

And surrender to fate because in the end,
It's the only thing that really exists,
And it's the one that will make you feel the best,
If everything you ever wanted was a gift.

And it's alright,
If you never get anything you wanted,
Because, then, fate is a great thing to blame.
When you have a scape goat, you better flaunt it.

Sanctuary

You should let things happen,
Like the world wants to do things for you.
Your face transforms occasionally into a scrunch,
But let the ghosts do what they have to do.

And within walls that carry you here and there,
You have the tools and materials,
To create for yourself your own paradise,
Even if they are not ideal.

This is the way, no matter the circumstances,
No matter if you have lords, or if you are one,
You're not escaping from the world in your mind,
You're having faith in Nature's evolution.

And it's alright,
If you are one to make his own destiny,
As long as that is the natural scrunch of your face,
That's all I've been saying, don't you see?

Repetition

Repetition, what can I say,
That I haven't said before?
In all truth, if it's done that way then be sure,
That the truth will be reflected more and more.

There are no open ends when it is that way,
Unless the truth is that it never ends.
Like in the case where one does not take a stand.
It's frustrating, but that truth need be tended.

And then forget that it is all that you do,
Because the truth need be repeated.
Patterns are what give sense to everyone's world,
And make them believe that things are needed.

And it's alright,
I could wait a lifetime, I guess,
If I thought that I was truly being truthful,
And, at the same time, tying up my loose ends.

Guilt

I know if you just got it,
It would be so much better.
Of course, everyone else would have to agree.
And if they get it, I'm not sure.

That is why things run dry, because they're not filled,
Because the effort of the spirit lacks,
Because one's focus is pulled from happiness,
Because the demands of life ignore the facts.

The feet are moving slowly through a swamp of thick mud,
This mud teeming with the sins of the past,
Of the world, of the misconceptions of the mind,
Because half of our sins were only Nature's tasks.

And it's alright,
If you cannot let them go,
Let them rest in your mind for periodic visits,
To avoid having to make it in this world.

Impact

I'd like to be atavistic,
With all the knowledge possible today.
Then, maybe, a new thought will arise,
Simplistic, yet encouraging.

The notion that nature has risen above,
As if each generation nears perfection,
Is purely relative, as Hume has said.
Movements are only lateral peregrinations.

But within this plane I would like to burst up,
As if a firework or bursting bubble.
Made of the same stuff as the rest of everything,
But creating something a little less subtle.

And it's alright,
If it is missed by everyone,
It's not the type of thing that quickly disappears,
And may not be for this generation.

I'm On The Phone

What is it that I said,
That should cause such disruption?
I have my own way of expressing things,
As you have your own expressions.

It is a concern when we are supposed to be,
One and the same, and yet two apart.
Is it possible that it's impossible to be,
Exactly of one heart?

This will relax me and I will be fine,
But if it ever actually happens again,
I can only assume that our thoughts our disjuncted,
And no benefit of the doubt has been given.

And it's alright,
I guess I can deal with this for an eternity.
It's either this or something else and the point,
Is to deal with life no matter what the setting.

Birth

To some I have a carapace,
And only the same will get you in.
That's when I reveal my soft under belly,
For some good argumenting.

That's when one of us is fecundated,
With what some might call a poison of the mind,
That yields an honest discussion with oneself,
Leaving a stale, miasmic trail behind.

This is all necessary in the experience,
Of life, unless the shell has grown deep within.
Then only surgery will reveal the babe,
That is proof of a new regeneration.

And it's alright,
It doesn't have to be that painful.
You just have to be open to the chance,
That things could happen any way at all.