The Moon

How is it that the moon,
Always keeps on the other side from the sun?
Though, I know that this is not quite the case.
It makes me think of where I'm from.

It is so far away,
Like my folks and even my thoughts,
But still it pulls the sea up towards it,
I relate to it a lot.

Sometimes small and sometimes bigger than life,
Sometimes seen, sometimes hidden by clouds,
God, sometimes hidden by the smallest of trees,
But, unlike my thoughts, never loud.

And it's alright,
I don't really think of it that much.
I have much more important things on my mind.
Really, the moon is just a hunk of rock.

Experience

Does knowing what to do,
Come naturally to some?
Because I have to tell you,
Experience provides me my only information.

And so you learn from your mistakes of the past,
But that means you have mistakes in your past,
That others see and that you have to dwell on,
Hindsight's twenty-twenty is a major ass.

But you must go on, because at least you can learn,
Unlike those in your life who never have,
And are now left behind by experience,
As if they don't even have a past.

And it's alright,
Eventually experience will make you wise,
And those coming up behind will be quite impressed,
Just like you are now by those other guys.

Health

Is it really healthy,
To just feel good,
If it is at the expense of others' existence,
And the existence of the world?

But then again, are they all there is?
If I am living for just everyone else,
Am I ignoring the world within,
And, so, risking my health?

I guess the key is to acknowledge both sides,
In case it's just you, or just others that exist,
And, of course, if it's a combination of both,
Then you also have covered the mix.

But is it alright,
If such acknowledgement leaves you depressed?
Maybe the key to universal health,
Is to let people believe whatever they wish.

Self-Consciousness

You must get over this hump,
If you're going to continue,
And that means forgetting all those around you,
And imagining it's only you.

For, if not, then you have lost a great deal,
Of what you consider to be your core,
And then you may as well just give up,
'Cause it will never be like before.

When you could walk into a room and not care,
That you were in the loudest suit in the world,
Heck, it helped defined who you really were,
Even if it never got you the girl.

I guess it's alright,
If you want to go away and hide,
Life is a very multi-layered thing,
And who am I to say in which to reside?

Exposure

Can you kill something,
By letting it be known?
The risk is certainly higher,
Than just keeping it locked up at home.

But then it loses something, or at least never gains,
The notoriety of having stuck out,
Its neck no matter the axe waiting to chop.
A ticket never wins that is never bought.

So take it out and show the world,
What you have to offer,
And if the first one doesn't see its value,
Then just offer it to another.

And it's alright,
If you never find someone who cares,
What more can you do than expose yourself?
No one ever said the world was fair.

Progress

Have you ever wondered,
What it's all about?
I've had dreams that have explained it all,
Until I'm awake and full of doubt.

But then again, with the breeze on my face,
And the sun warming up my soul,
I can't imagine anything going wrong,
And nothing will, until I fall.

And here it is, because the door has been opened,
Like I've opened so many doors in the past,
And never learned that they never lead to good,
And always say the last one will be my last.

And it's alright,
It's all the same in the end,
This room will stop presenting surprises,
And I'll have to open another door again.

Anytime

I will try to be more inclusive,
Because what's the good in being,
If there is no one else to share in it,
Because they're out doing their own thing?

So, what do you want to talk about?
There is some nasty shit in Africa,
And many people feel the end is near,
But, you don't think that way, do ya?

What really matters is that something exists,
Despite the problems in the world,
Of course, the fact that it exists here at all,
Must mean that it has a share in all the evil.

And it's alright,
At least it's not that bad,
I am happy, really, most of the time,
And that I'm not always, even makes me glad.

Open Book

Is it wise to open,
Yourself up like a book?
Well, if you think that you can actually do that,
Let me have a look.

Don't be afraid, I'm sure you'll always have,
Another layer up your sleeve.
If I thought that I knew everything in your mind,
I still would not believe.

And don't forget that you have to explore, too,
What are you if you're not a puzzle to yourself?
If I knew what I was going to do next,
I would need psychological help.

Oh, it's alright,
Go ahead and know what you please,
And make your opinion, but be aware,
That you can change, at least.

Satisfaction

It must be a trick of the mind,
Whether stressed or trying to get rid of it,
Because, really, what is so important,
That it should make you feel like this?

Well, maybe the fact that you have mouths to feed,
And that your power to do so rests on a hinge.
Maybe you weren't made for this type of thing,
But that's how the world is.

And if you can't live in it, well you can always live outside,
If you scrounge up enough money for motion,
But jumping classes is not an easy thing,
Neither side likes such peregrination.

And it's alright,
You actually have it pretty good,
If you can learn to live where you actually are,
And not where you think you actually should.

Hello Again

Look at how it brings us all together,
Or, at least, within each others' minds,
I'd say our consciousnesses, compared with those of the past,
Are certainly more wide.

Or maybe just shifted into another world,
Where connection is a physical act,
And if that means it brings me closer to you,
Well, I am all for that.

And you seem like such a wider person, anyway,
What you choose to show is like an open book.
Like I've met you on the street, and you're nothing but smiles,
So, I have no further to look.

And it's alright,
If we actually don't communicate,
My love for you lies in what you've always showed me,
And what you've always showed me's only been great.

From Within

All of the praise in the world,
Won't serve to bolster up yourself,
Because your scale of measurement,
Isn't held by someone else.

And you are hard on yourself, more than you should be,
Because, without happiness what do you got?
Nothing I would call too close to living.
Nothing a healthy person ought.

Satisfaction before action is the key,
For attitude shines a light that will show,
The potential for everyone around you,
Whether by yourself or if it helps them to know.

And it's alright,
If you don't always get your way,
No one in the history of the world has,
But, believe me, you will have your day.

Happiness

No, I don't believe that,
Two different people,
Have different capacities for happiness,
Though, they'd get it from different appeal.

And, actually, since they are different people,
One could make a relation of all of their traits,
And I bet the things they love would be identical,
If just one of them were put in the same place.

And Schopenhauer's right for all of his prejudice,
One must turn inside for happiness,
External things have no real control at all,
Because they are so transient.

So, it's alright,
Go ahead and turn within yourself,
Just don't forget that you need to be reflected,
In the external, to have true mental health.

The Good Life

It is all in your mind,
This regular self-doubt,
And I know that it is not sincere,
But it may be starting to psych you out.

No one object's the same because it's seen from different,
Points of view, even if by the same person,
And no one you see's completely confident,
And if she is, well give her a another second.

Not to say that you cannot be confident yourself,
You actually have to to make it.
And you get that by finding the person you like,
And never being different.

And it's alright,
If others try to psych you out,
Remember who you are and have faith in it,
And you will eradicate the self-doubt.

Milestones

What is the prognosis,
When life becomes too hard,
And the question is whether you'll get over that hump,
Or whether you're not going to get far?

Do the successes of the past provide any clue,
Or do people just get as far as they can?
I hope it's the former because I'm a guy on the move,
And won't feel right unless I always am.

I love my life, my wife, my son and myself,
But does this world think anything of me?
Does success in this one mean I don't want another,
Where everyone's equal in society?

And it's alright,
My faith will get me through,
And my determination to have fun doing what,
Allows me to do everything else I want to do.

Change

Sometimes I have to remember,
What it is that makes me valuable,
To people, outside of the normal stuff,
And make that indespensable.

What is it that separates us,
From the tasks that we do everyday?
Whatever it is, I want to maximize on it,
And turn my work into play.

And I will do it, as I have said that I would,
About five thousand times in the past,
And I think I did it on those times too,
But no one world ever really lasts.

And it's alright,
This one won't be the last either,
But I'm willing to try my darndest in this one,
To give my family a future.

Renewal

I must readjust now,
And by that I mean surrender,
And by that I mean get a hold of myself,
And have faith in my power.

Every moment is an opportunity,
For a new beginning,
And if you truly believe that, you're either insane,
Or a superbeing.

And the only way to know is to clear your head,
Hold it high and believe in yourself,
As others will if your belief is true,
And if you are able to delve.

And it's alright,
You're not feeding the hungry,
And if you ask yourself why you are not,
Just point to the structure of society.

Inevitability

It is time to switch gears,
And no one is giving me time,
To contemplate the one that I am leaving,
But, I guess, that's fine.

It's all about embracing a new way of living,
And trying it out before bowing out,
Not to say that it is inevitable,
When it's something I know nothing about.

In the end it can only be the same thing,
That you've dealt with all of your life,
Because like anything else in this world,
It will be coloured by your light.

And it's alright,
You're not locked into any one thing,
Life is still filled with infinite possibilities.
That is an inevitability.

Take It Easy

Okay, there are issues bigger,
Than the ones you deal with everyday,
And those people with the bigger issues,
Lack the resources to make them go away.

So you have advantages, because if you work hard,
You can knock them off one by one.
Of course, the fact that you have any at all,
Implies that's a job that will never get done.

Don't blame yourself, there are many things in your past,
That led you to make yourself the way that you are,
And it's never to late to change,
Though, I doubt you'll ever get very far.

Oh, it's alright,
Don't start moping around,
Just blame society for the state of your life,
It's the best excuse that's ever been found.

Vague

Let it all just go now,
Let it all be forgotten,
Don't start again, just float for a while,
And just stay in.

Sometimes it doesn't come, it just looks from afar,
And shakes its head, because you could never,
Do it just the way you could with it inside you,
But still, this is still a way to be sure.

Even this one is hard,
Will it ever finish?
I guess with shorter lines,
It is.

And it's alright,
It's all over now,
And doesn't have to be thought of again,
Until now.

Baby

All is calm and still now,
I'm just looking in your face,
And trying to be as connected as possible,
Through the eyes and through your taste.

I never know what might be the problem now,
And I never know when bliss will hit the stage,
I want to explore you for an eternity,
And never reach the final page.

And I will, I will always be there with you,
And you will reject me, but don't worry,
Because when you need me in your darkest hour,
You can still call on me.

And it's alright,
If you never do,
Memories can be as real as reality,
And I have great memories of you.

End of an Era

Am I getting repetitive?
Well, how about this?
In eight hours there will be nothing left,
Of this shit.

And I will miss it, god only knows,
Because what you do defines your life,
And if you change what you do, well then guess what?
Are you strong enough to take that knife?

Enough questions, here's something to chew on,
A piece of meat that will still be there later:
A change represents the completely unknown,
And may end up being a complete disaster.

And it's alright,
Bring it on,
Whether in the frying pan or in the fire,
I represent the revolution.

Working Hard

Well, I'm almost finished,
What will I do then?
Your heart and soul are things eternal,
And you put them into something transient.

My time and loved ones are short-lived, too,
But I'm kept from them for other things,
Do I have to talk about the state of society again,
To point out Capitalism's shortcomings?

Yes, it's not what you have, but what you do with it,
So, let me ask you this,
You're either jobless and broke, or working all the time,
So, isn't it time that we reassess?

Oh, it's alright,
There's always early retirement,
For a skosh of the population,
Who figure out how to beat the system.

Reality

You want me to speak more about reality?
Okay, here we go...
My eyes are bloodshot and my body is weak,
And I don't want anybody to know.

I have no streets, but I've been attacked by gangs
Of people who don't even know each other,
They're just tied by the binds of selfishness,
And I'm just a young father.

And I'm not innocent, well maybe I am,
Because my crimes right now escape me,
And I gave up on Catholicism years ago,
But, please don't tell my daddy.

And it's alright,
At least my ass isn't itching today.
I'm on very little sleep and I got work to do,
If I want to continue getting paid.

Working for the Weekend

Thank god time goes forward,
And that it is non-stop,
If it got stuck in the moments I've been living,
Living for much longer, I would not.

But then there're moments I wish could last forever,
With, of course, the memories of the ones,
I would not repeat for all the money in the world.
Without them it would not be nearly as fun.

But now I just have to just keep on trucking,
And soon it will all be over,
And I can stumble into another cycle,
Of too many moments away from my lover.

Oh, it's alright,
I'm doing it for my family in the end,
And they know that, and as long as it's not forever,
I can put up with this confusion.

New Beginnings

Well, this is the beginning,
As every moment is,
Though not recognized as such by the people around you,
And so not as momentous.

But now I have the dreams to prove it,
And the determination,
That forces from my past will not interfere,
With any of my conclusions.

Like a branch that finally falls from a tree,
What does it matter if the final tip was from the wind,
When it weathered so much throughout its existence,
And now a new existence it must begin?

And it's alright,
If everything is new.
Use what you have and have faith in the rest,
For what else can you possibly do?

Inevitability

Again, time is precious,
And the prospects in what's left are dire,
But in the interim before it begins,
I must make my conscious raise higher.

No matter the anticipated failure,
Anything can happen in this world,
And if you envision a miraculous end,
At least it won't hurt, though it won't make success sure.

But what happens that isn't the result of belief?
What doesn't come up that somehow isn't planned?
Conquer the world by the strength of your mind,
And when it's all over you'll realize who I am.

And it's alright,
Things will turn out as they will, you can't stop time,
As long as you take responsibility for it,
You can, in the end, proudly claim that it's mine.

Perserverence

It's the beginning of the end,
And may it last a long time,
And may it not be the only end in sight,
And may it not be mine.

Sometimes if you come through a struggle in one piece,
Even if all you have to show for it,
Is that you survived it relatively sane,
It shows others that you are deserved.

It's not hard to imagine that life is hard,
For one continues to beat his head against it,
Whether he is the luckiest man in the world,
By others' estimates.

And it's alright,
You never know what's on the other end,
Or how people viewed the way you took the journey,
Until you make it around that bend.

Chin Up

I'm sure I'm not the only one,
With immense self-doubt,
Or with an aura of competence,
Or with the belief that I am without.

How crazy are you when everyone else,
Has no reference from which to guage,
How to be sure that what they know's what they know,
And when you're always a step away from rage?

If this is just a step in my journey in life,
That everyone else takes unless they don't live,
Then bring it on, if I have nothing else,
I have a lot of resistence to give.

And it's alright,
Everyday brings new challenges,
That are only that because they are completely new,
And remind you that you have senses.