Self Evolution

I've learned something about myself,
And I hope it's not too late,
For it to be something that's a part of me,
And not something that I'll always commiserate.

There are so many roads from self-realization,
Determined by one's own inclinations as a soul,
While that soul changes from the realization itself,
And one must decide which soul will choose the road.

While who you think you want to be is determined,
By who you are at the moment of choice,
And to know who you want to be means knowing yourself,
And being comforable with your own voice.

And it's alright,
If you are not,
Because you can't change who you are anyway,
Unless you have some idea that you are god.

Owning Up

Oops, I did it again,
My fatal flaw has caused ripples,
And my only way out is embarrassed sorries,
Unless I don't want to make it simple.

I can just let the little fires grow,
Until I need to rebuild my world again.
I would then escape the stress on my character,
But, then, the new one wouldn't be as lived in.

And in the end, what does one want to acheive,
But a utility belt filled with experience?
For when one finds oneself in unfamiliar territory,
And nowhere can one rely on friends.

And it's alright,
If some of the small fires burned allies,
The work put into helping them lick their wounds,
Helps significantly strengthen your ties.

Obstacle

Not every obstacle,
Is one that one can overcome,
Or go around or break through, sometimes an obstacle,
Is a conundrum.

And one must look at the problem from the beginning,
And imagine that it is all new,
And sacrifice what resources were already used,
Because they're just not going to help you.

Time spent lamenting is time well wasted,
And each moment of it delays the inevitable time,
That you must spend actually figuring it out,
A stitch in time, well, saves nine.

And it's alright,
Even if this obstacle wins out in the end,
You won't be the first one not to slay a dragon,
Just don't let it be your execution.

Here Comes My Wrath

I am coming for you,
And though I'm not that kind of man,
I may be abrasive depending on whether,
You own up to the fact that you ran.

So much has happened because of your lack of response,
That there really can be no excuse,
Outside some event that threatened your way of life,
For, in that case, you would be of no use.

And then all would be well in my world,
That is harsh, but it is true,
For the only saviour to the claim of incompetence,
Is if something actually happened to you.

And it's alright,
Even if you're fine, I can still save the day,
In fact, I hope that I do,
'Cause, for nothing, I don't want to be put out of way.

Answer Me

Why won't you answer me?
What am I supposed to do?
I call out and am speaking to no one,
And all I want is to talk to you.

My impotence is causing great anxiety,
My distance from you causing that impotence to blast,
A hole through my entire life and my family's,
So you better give me a clue fast.

What can I rely on if not what others say,
Who I really don't know?
I went with you because I have to trust in the culture,
That makes certain people the ones with whom I should go.

And it's alright,
That the sense I'm making's not showing through,
The whole point is that I may just lose my life,
If I cannot get through to you.

Bartok

Yes, it's the holidays,
And no, I'm not a sad guy,
Though there are circumstances to make me so,
I forget it for the yule tide.

I know that's odd because it is usually,
The other way around.
What better time to focus on all of your woes,
Than when the bells of Christmas cheer sound?

Everyone seems happiest, though isn't it funny,
That more people are depressed than ever?
Nothing like a focus on what you have,
To shine a light on what you'll never.

And it's alright,
If you refuse to do anything at all.
I got someone doing that for me right now,
Who refuses to answer any of my calls.

Expression

What am I supposed to do,
With this lack of communication?
With nothing out there responding to my call,
I can only laugh in frustration.

There's so much lack of control already in the world,
That is so categorical it brings home the point,
That for all intents and purposes we're observers,
Of how the world wishes us to anoint.

So until the end, remain defiant,
Because that's the only action that will show,
That there is some will inside this unmanned vessel,
Because expression's the next best thing to know.

And it's alright,
It's not as bad as all that,
You still have the things you bought, and that is something,
That expression will never have a shot at.

Truth

Life is not about,
Learning what it is you can do.
Personal potential is not what is important,
Because the world's not made for you.

The true way out is through the true way that,
You express yourself no matter what.
That kind of honesty cannot be withstood,
Unless people take you for some kind of nut.

And then there's whether or not your truth is marketable,
Whether as directly voiced or through your actions,
Only if it is, is there any real chance,
At personal satisfaction?

And it's alright,
We all have to go soon.
This is not the place for humanity yet,
Capitalism won't allow the room.

Rebel Sell

Am I really perpetuating Capitalism,
By purchasing in a rebelious way?
And if I don't purchase at all I am perpetrating,
A short road to Anarchy, you say?

No, not quite, it's only when I ignore rules,
Because rules are necessary,
To avoid the embarrassment of not knowing what others will do,
In situations that should be ordinary.

And, further, there is no subconscious to repress,
Because, ultimately, what you see's what you get.
So the only way we will all live together,
Is to work with the system we've all inherited.

Is it alright,
If I disagree on at least one thing?
If we are only left to work within the system,
How the fuck am I supposed to feed my family?

New Regime

Is it really that true,
That you can't beat Capitalism?
You find one thing to point out that might threaten it,
And it absorbs it so that it doesn't.

Like the revolution of the workers that never came,
Wait, read on, I'm not a Communist!
The only way to escape this mass consumption,
Is a mass realization that's simultaneous.

But what's the big deal, most people are comfortable,
And Jesus said there'd always be poor.
Of course the former are in the Capitalist State,
While the latter exist to provide us more.

And it's alright,
I'm sure the walls will come a crumbling soon,
And all us Capitalists will lose our shirts.
But what will rise to replace it that will also improve?

The Race

The race has gotten less heated,
It's not longer about being first,
Now all of those without a snowball's chance,
Are considering the route as what has worth.

And learning from those that pass them on the way,
And absorbing what they do for the next time,
If there is one, but what they don't understand,
Is that each time the race has a different kind,

Of distance and route and ultimate goal,
And no amount of training can truly prepare,
The participants of the obstacles in it,
Which is why so many just die in despair.

But it's alright,
It's not as tragic as it may seem,
You always forget the race that you were just in,
And the current one may always be a dream.

Secret to Comfort

For every right turn that I have made,
I must have made a thousand wrong ones,
But, I guess, that there are still right ones to make,
I still can fulfill my vocation.

And what is wrong is only wrong for one thing,
Just like all non-choices are still an option taken.
Sit back and enjoy the place you find yourself,
And remember it when you're in the place you should be in.

And if that's never, well, there's always your dreams,
To escape to as if they've happened.
How do you think so many get to spend there lives,
In institutions and remote cabins?

And it's alright,
I'm not saying that that's all that bad,
Many institutions are revered by the world,
And many cabins on beaches of whitest sand.

Togetherness

It has not been easy,
Being there for you,
Especially when you're not there for me.
Though, that was a contingency I knew.

Told what to do, though always not doing it,
That is a crime we are guilty of, both.
Thinking was not something I was told to sign up for,
And I don't see its worth.

My muscles are sore and the time's running out,
For me to do anything that will make a difference.
You'll drive me crazy eventually,
Because we do not share the same sense.

And it's alright,
We'll only be together forever,
We're bound by ties, and wish them eternal life,
Because they're ties that only death will sever.

Diamonds

People are still getting killed for diamonds,
Both on the front end and the back,
The clear crystals with that shimmering effect,
Manages to fill some kind of lack.

And that lack manifests itself as money,
And money is what I wish I had for you,
So give me diamonds, I will use them for good,
Is that even possible to do?

I know, I know, nothing one does in this world,
Is free from evil, given how it's structured.
All what is made is made on somebody's back,
And bought with money, which is completely absurd.

And it's alright,
Isn't it, that whole peoples are displaced,
For these precious gems, valued for I don't know what?
No wait, I guess it really is a disgrace.

Sexual Health

I've never been one,
To live in a sexual world,
Except in so far as I've had it,
And it has offered much allure.

But I was never the last standing at a party,
Or one to be able to converse for long,
Or be so aloof that I'm very intriguing,
And I've never seemed so very, very wrong.

I've lacked the desire for sex before all else,
My libido's strong but directs itself,
At the world at large, for better or for worse,
And that's not a recipe for sexual health.

And it's alright,
The truly active are always few and far between,
And often have problems of their own,
Not to make myself more healthy than I might seem.

Patience

You just have to keep trudging,
To make it to the good times that are there,
It's the nature of this society,
To make the distribution of ease unfair.

Go to work, wake up when you do not want,
And wait while you slowly approach the time,
When you can do what you want, after you've done the things,
You couldn't, while you were doing things for some guy.

But it's all worth it in the context of this world,
And it's the best thing in this world you can do,
Unless you make a fortune and don't have to work,
Just don't let your kids not work, too.

And it's alright,
I know it's like being a mouse in a cage,
And just like that mouse, we're just in an experiment.
Our kid's may find themselves in a better age.

Mystery

If you've lost self-confidence,
Just look at me.
I told you I would do the best I can,
And the best has eluded me.

Or did I do it and it just fell short,
And my capabilities lack virility?
My power to create something new may be old,
And withering before I had chance to procreate.

Or that may not be true, life is so much longer,
For people now, and besides one need never give up.
Though chances are your past can decree your future,
Your past may not yet been yet fully developed.

And it's alright,
If you've given up on the mystery,
Of life, that says that anything can still happen,
And that we still do not know everything.

Change

It is all alright now,
I bet that's what you're thinking,
Until the moment that changes your whole life,
Comes crashing into your serenity.

Which is like a moment because it's unchanging,
Just like the changes are moments in themselves,
And since time is measured by all these changes,
Without them, you have no real sense of self.

Not that that is the ends, many people wish to,
Lose themselves through meditation,
And drugs and deviance and suicide,
Though they use the same means to make changes.

And it's alright,
That the prescription is the same for both,
It makes it easier not to mix medicine,
And allows focus to be what you want most.

Advice

Don't take it too hard,
If your life's not treating you well.
Imagine you were just put on this earth,
With everything already unveiled.

And that you have a spirit of great power,
Destined to mold the world as you please,
And that the circumstances surrounding you,
Can be changed by you with the greatest of ease.

Or at least tolerated because they are new,
And life itself is something to celebrate,
And all of this could disappear as fast as it came,
So enjoy it until it's retaken by fate.

And it's alright,
If none of this really helps you out,
It's kind of like pretending the world's not real.
It's all kind of an escapists dream any how.

Iraq

Things look grim for what Bush,
Has been doing in Iraq.
The only way out of his predicament,
Is perhaps to pull back.

But will that solve the problems over there?
What were they again?
Oh ya, they have an army sitting among them,
In a perpetual invasion.

But that's not really true, because there were problems,
Before anyone paid any notice.
Not to diminish them, but there's problems here, too,
Just not as rich in oil, I guess.

And it's alright,
I don't mean to go back to the same old thing.
We're not as systematic over here in the west.
Our deaths and tortures are much more smattering.

Moving Up

Things can change so quickly,
And unless you go with the flow,
The pressure will cause stress inside your brain,
As if you're climbing high altitudes.

But, at the same time, you must maintain control,
And be aware of each step that you're taking,
So as not to miss a hold and plummet to your death,
Pulling those around you down for the faking.

But if you pay attention, while not caring,
For the pressure, but for the ultimate outcome,
That you arrive at with attention to minutiae,
You will be washed in the full glory of the sun.

And it's alright,
If you pass a few people on the way.
Though, you may be a bad person for not helping them.
I'm struggling with that very problem today.

Going For It

Things are not quite the same,
Not that I ever thought they would,
The same sun rises on the same old days,
But I have much more for sure.

I'm ten times bigger at the drop of a hat,
Though it does not take any more skill,
Other than the ability to take it as it comes,
Mixed with the hope that it always will.

And don't forget obliviousness,
The cornerstone of me.
WIthout it how could the unexpected happen,
While I maintain an air of assurity.

And it's alright,
I'm not saying that it will work,
But it better, 'cause I have a lot at stake,
And a lot coming that I deserve.

Son Advantages

This is a new beginning,
But what about the previous end?
Is there something really to show for it?
Oh, wait, there is my son, Hen.

And now everything I do, I do for you,
Even when I really do it for me,
Because now all I want is to set an example,
Of responsibility.

And to not make the same mistakes I've made in the past,
Which means, I guess, I can't do them from now on,
Which should greatly improve my life from this point,
Because, until now, I've been a lackluster son.

And it's alright,
Maybe this whole new beginning thing is bunk.
All I know now is I could conquer the world,
And finally begin my revolution.

Change

It can all change so fast,
All your teeth can fall out,
Your gut can be pierced by a searing pain,
And your world left in doubt.

Your height can diminish with each growing thought,
The importance lent to things can vanish like air,
You can be stripped of all that you think makes you,
But you will still be there.

And the path at that point will be totally different,
Than the one that you saw for yourself,
And even than the one that you would have actually stepped,
And you'd still end up where you were always meant.

So, it's alright,
If you take a misstep or two,
They are only routes along the way to where,
You were always meant to go to.

Perspective

Life is all anew now,
Well, how did that happen?
Was it a change in the things around you,
Or was it something from within?

I'm feeling bad and now the world is against me,
Let's not assume the feeling determines the game.
Just because morale is down, all is not over.
Actually, things are exactly the same.

Each moment jumped into is a new life,
That is not optimistic, that is the truth.
Some people are the type to give up right away,
And some people burst on right through.

And it's alright,
No matter what kind of person you are,
You can change, but chances are that you won't.
It all depends on whether it's in the stars.

Progress

What have I learned today?
I guess the same old thing.
Don't judge other people by what you see,
Because you don't know everything.

And step back in each situation and don't judge it,
Let it happen because you don't have the power of sight.
At least, not when you are right in the foray,
Because it's hard to think when you're in a fight.

And on that subject, maybe thinking is bad,
Because action's more of a reflex thing.
Take a few minutes in the morning for reflection,
And let that determine your manoeuvring.

And it's alright,
If in the end you haven't gained anything,
I'm sure you don't realize what it is you have,
Until you look back at what you had once been.