A World Freed

When the tiredness has arrived,
The world disintegrates fast,
For the main supports are abandoned by,
An unforgiving caste,

Of super-elites who may tire themselves,
But what is that to them?
Nothing they do is within society,
Like a cat cares nothing for integration.

Because what there is to integrate into,
Is nothing attractive to it.
What this world needs is a reality check,
A revolution revolving around the tenet,

That it's alright,
To be really free.
What's done is done and no regrets should be imposed,
Upon the nature of individuality.

Potential

Potential is the duty,
Of every human being.
A life lived just below the surface of it,
Is a life unseen,

Is a life hardly at all,
For the body knows all,
And like a bird caged or an opinion unspoken,
The tragedy is unbearable.

And like an ocean, bound yet more vast than anything,
The soul understands the potential of its reign.
It will smash its chemicals against the rocks,
Brewing sadness until desires are tamed.

And it's alright,
There will be no 'I' anymore,
Once the lock is turned and the land all washed away,
And it's finally understood what life is for.

Back to Old School

Speak up when you have the chance,
Or don't.
I haven't figured out which one is the best,
And if it depends on the bloke,

Who has the choice, I've never been one,
To pursue, and that has been the best.
But, one always wonders if life finally demands,
Initiative for the rest.

And what about instinct?
Should that count for anything?
When I was young, I thought that was all there was,
Then others made me question everything.

Though, it may be alright,
Doing things the way they've always worked.
But this world demands such constant attention,
Rethinking only undermines and subverts.

Little Bird

I don't know how you got there,
Or how I will get you free,
Unless it is to just let you die away,
Until your body decays,

Until you know that your wings will never,
Grow because you don't have the space,
Or a future in the dark dingy hole,
Which nature prescribed you to embrace.

I will never help you except to help myself,
Because to do otherwise would hurt,
The people I have sworn to protect,
And so, I choose to be inert.

And, if it's alright,
I ask that you be silent with your curse.
Your situation is one of such direness,
You could only make others' lives worse.

Distracted

The depression's really hit me,
There's too much just going on,
Because society creates a world,
Of oppression.

Try to push the bubble,
From the inside,
It just stretches so that all that you've done,
So that nothing's bona fide.

I want to start all over again,
Simply and all alone.
I'll never say anything anymore,
From the moment I am born.

Oh, it's alright,
If everything falls apart.
Life's like that and anyone will tell you,
Living is an art.

Back Again

Yes, always speak your mind,
It's the only way to live.
And by 'live', I mean convince others,
That you actually exist.

When nothing's said what can one assume,
But that you are thinking the same thing?
And what other way to disappear,
If the other one is the one speaking?

Even a whisper can add flesh,
Though, only in one other world.
The more minds you hit, the larger you become,
At least in more eyes, for sure.

Oh, it's alright,
You may be out of practice.
Just keep on speaking without a care,
And you'll soon see what truly living is.

Duty

When you have things to do,
Do them when you have the things,
Because things don't last for ever,
Or the ability of using,

Them, because you don't always have the time,
Unless you forsake all else for them,
Which may undermine the need for them at all,
Disturbing the equilibrium,

Which is found when you do nothing at all,
And let the current take you where it will.
That's not the only way to find balance,
Though the energy needed is nil.

But it's alright,
If you want to go ahead and try.
That can be the most satisfying way,
Unless the universe was very kind.

Stop Before You Go

The depths left yet to conquer,
Make me afraid to go on,
For if I go any farther,
I feel there'll be no reconstruction,

Of who I am in any way,
At all distinguishable,
From what I am now, though truthfully,
I don't know what's more preferable:

To return to what I have always known,
Which is short of what I think I could be,
Or lose my self to the wonders I know,
Are waiting deep inside of me.

Oh, it's alright,
Depth of life isn't everything,
There's also not offending the world at large,
And ending up a caged curiosity,

Now's The Time to Start

It has been way too long,
And too much has been ignored,
And in order to accomplish all I must,
I most be away some more.

And when I return it will not be all finished,
Because as my father said,
When you are dealing with the place you live,
It never ends.

Some day when I am old and it's a memory,
And I know so much more than I do now,
I will remember how lucky I am,
That we all survived somehow.

And it's alright,
That's how it's supposed to be:
You stumble through life not knowing what you're doing,
And survive miraculously.

Forward Motion

How much do you have to,
Tell the universe,
What it is that you really want,
Before your fortunes are reversed?

And who in this world should you express to,
Your most secret of desires?
Should it be the one who can fullfill them,
Or a complete liar,

Who no one will believe if they ever tell?
These are the questions that I recommend,
To anyone who's trying to change her life,
Or initiate a revolution.

'Cause it's alright,
If all you want to do is coast along.
But if your actions could help change the world,
Then, sitting and doing nothing is just wrong.

No More

The last one has been lost,
And the one before that,
Though, whether it exists at all,
Is an insignificant fact.

I don't mean to dance around it,
If you know what I mean.
I've always felt that the more truthful I am,
The less I am saying.

And though you open the doors,
I cannot walk right in.
My mind is like a boulder on the edge,
Refusing to fall in.

Now you tell me to stop,
Expressing myself.
I guess I thought things were a little different,
Now I'm afraid for my mental health.

Tomorrow

Don't forget who you are,
And what the past has taught you,
About what certain circumstances generated,
Regardless what you thought you knew.

And think about consequences, as well,
Though that's exactly what you can't do,
If you want to do anything at all,
Or go ahead through,

With it, and you must forget, as well,
That anything happened at all.
Really, there's too much work to put into it,
Especially, when it's reciprical.

And it's alright,
Greener is the grass, anyway,
And when in the still of the silent night,
Your common sense will save the day.

Another Day

Fine, if that's how you want it,
I can want it that way, too.
I'd much rather be an asshole without resistance,
Than to unrecipricately be nice to you.

It's all about energy and I have little to spare,
Because despite what you believe of me,
The things I do are very hard, even though,
When I'm doing them I'm in ecstacy.

So, I don't know what it is that you want,
To do for the rest of your life.
But I will, for one, continue working hard,
Regardless of what you think I'm like,

Which is alright,
And I'll tell you another thing.
Maybe ultimately what I'm doing is fun,
But that should be a reason for celebrating.

Defence for What I Do

I'm sorry I can't invest,
The time into life that you'd like.
I guess I have so much other things on the go,
Actually living takes a hike.

But one day I will return with nothing to do,
And so I'll do all the things I can,
To rejuvinate the things I did ignore,
And to remind myself who I am.

Because that is the route that you must take,
To avoid dying alone and poor and not human.
God, I love what the world has become.
You have to leave it to live it in the end.

But it's alright,
We're mostly all in the same boat,
Except for the rich who leave it to feel alive,
And not a leper in a fur-lined coat.

Getting There

Pull back the elastic band,
Until the tension's strong,
Position yourself within the crook,
Once it is quite long.

Look ahead to where you want to be,
Close your eyes and let go.
This all sounds very scary,
And dangerous, I know.

But think about any change in your life,
And how it might come about.
Never before have I witnessed alterations,
Without drastically stepping out.

And it's alright,
If you end up where you didn't want.
The point is seeing that you can end up, at all,
Somewhere where you're already not.

The Person Before

The next step is forever,
And there is no turning back,
Unless you hope for pure self-destruction,
Because your former person is past,

The expiry date, she would not be able to learn,
To live in this new world,
Or this one, or this one either,
Or even this one, I am sure.

Experience is an different type of knowledge,
And each moment offers a new lesson,
Even if it is just that you still exist,
As this new moment's person.

And it's alright,
If you do not feel the change.
You can't be aware every single moment,
Or you would never make a decision again.