Deep Down

Take any human,
And a cross-section of its soul,
And protecting its most precious core,
Is the person you know,

Of long-windness and cracking jokes,
Agressiveness and intimacy,
And if you penetrate all of those,
There is still lots that you don't see.

And no matter how you feel, yourself,
Somewhere that person's feeling the same,
And those who conquer in this world, you see,
Deep down inside is a child in pain.

And it's alright,
If this doesn't matter in the reality.
But, wait, it does because it gives you,
The strength to face others with equality.

Life is Not Easy

There is not enough time,
To do it all,
The question is do you want to die trying,
Or live life on a carousel,

Of repeated pleas for an easier life,
Overwhelmed by the daily demand,
Of keeping up with just keeping alive,
With your dreams never at hand?

And how will that make you feel as you watch others,
Who have sacrificed for what they have?
The pain of realising you've passed on your faults,
Can't be cleansed by a bath,

And you're alright.
It doesn't work that way.
You must fight hard for what it is you want,
Each and every day.

Parents

Remember what your parents said,
They're the only ones who,
You can trust differently than anyone else,
Even if they betrayed you.

They're the ones who give meaning to your life,
By the very fact that,
Despite not knowing anything about life,
You know you're part of mom and dad,

Or John and Judy, it doesn't really matter,
If blood is involved or not,
Everyone needs a primary reference for life,
Because life is such an awkward lot.

And it's alright,
If you never say never again,
That's probably the very same thing that,
Was said by your parents.

What It Is You Have To Do

Do what you have to,
But make sure you announce,
What it is you have to do,
And don't spare an ounce,

Of time proclaiming,
What it is you have to do.
It's better to get that out of the way,
Before someone asks you,

To do something other than,
What it is you have to do,
At the same time that you have to do it,
Leaving the explanation to you,

Of why it's not alright,
To do what they want you to,
Because you, in your mind, are already doing,
What it is you have to do.

Grab That

They say the lucky are ready,
For every opportunity,
Like the world is completely random,
Throwing garbage and throwing meat,

Throwing love and throwing hate,
Throwing death and life,
Lobbing people who don't mind stabbing backs,
To the top like a knife,

Throwing health to those who abuse themselves,
And sickness to everyone else,
Throwing a bone to someone born with nothing,
But it's snatched by the meaty knife with health.

And it's alright,
You never know what to thank for success,
Though those who thank themselves tend to be the loneliest,
Comforting themselves with their continuous guests.

Stay Put

It doesn't really matter,
What you try to do,
The world has a mind of its own,
And doesn't really think of you,

Which can be advantageous if you're the type,
That likes to hit and run.
Society is not interested, either,
As long as you're only looking for fortune,

And already have some, that is the key,
Don't try to rise above your caste.
Make only so much within a range,
And you may just last,

To be alright,
And not crying into your beer.
Keep trying hard, but not wanting much,
And you have nothing to fear.

With Help

Understand how it works,
Before manipulating it,
Even if that means working yourself,
And not coasting every minute,

And solicit help from others who know,
Until you know yourself,
Not through talking, but through doing,
For your mental health,

Until there's no more to learn, which one knows,
Will never happen.
If there's anything humans might agree on,
Is that maxim.

And it's alright,
Until something goes drastically wrong,
To do each thing the first time by yourself.
Someone had to do it time ago long.

Success

There are things that you can do,
Things infinitely ambitious,
And obtaining them may be as difficult,
As you could wish,

But before you begin to try to do them,
Fear can overcome what you,
Deep in your heart really, really, really,
Want to do.

And this has plagued many before you,
And is plaguing many people now,
The chance to have your dreams is only dreamy,
If it's impossible to see how,

It could be, alright,
That life should bestow such fortune on you,
Not that hard work has nothing to do with it.
Actually, it could be all there is, too.

Tradition

What is tradition,
But a way to communicate,
With past generations? But like language,
It can't live in a static state.

It needs to change so we can all understand,
Where we deviate.
So, like the seasons, minds and governments,
They must change before it is too late,

Before communication stops and death starts,
Before complacency rots our souls.
It's not as severe as a kick in the balls,
But gradual, like being cooked over coals.

But it's alright,
One can get used to anything,
And is death really that bad if you don't notice it?
Is non-communication really living?

Maybe it is Possible

You will never stop,
Having a life of ups and downs,
That's just the nature of existence,
Like feelings of anxiety in small towns,

Like dissatisfaction with the ruling class,
And the ruling class' lack of care,
For the majority of people they're supposed to care for,
And their audicity to dare,

To treat themselves while they mistreat,
The funds that are theirs to spend.
It doesn't matter that they're all the same,
We must destroy them until the time when,

It's finally alright,
And we have the leadership we deserve.
It's not an impossibility just because human nature,
Has yet to have the nerve.

Revolution Revisited

There is a happy state,
In which everything's given,
By just the act of wishing for it,
And then just living.

And why not wish for things outside of yourself,
For things that will benefit,
Things for others as well as yourself,
Like tearing down the government?

Of course there are many things good about it,
And many things that could be much worse.
'So, why change it,' you may ask,
Because it is the human curse.

Not to be alright,
With the way that things are,
Because perfection is always beyond,
The current structure.

Water

When the water's all around you,
And the ripples tell you that,
There can be constant change with no repetition,
One's self esteem falls flat,

The heavens open,
And for one brief moment,
You may be able to see that,
When out of mind, you can see what is meant,

By proclamations of a higher knowledge,
And also understand when,
Others will refute it with equal experience,
And tantamount agression.

But it's alright,
Water also reminds you that you,
Are made of something that will one day die,
And there's way too much in this world to do.

Vacay

There's no time on vacation,
There's no time at all,
There's no time allowed for anything,
Because of the infernal,

Demands of society, that's how it likes it,
No time for any real thinking,
On the fact that there's no time for life.
The new world oppressing,

Without looking like it is anything,
Because everyone has it so good,
Except the homeless and the minimum wagers,
Though they're the same, it's understood.

Oh, it's alright,
Like all time, there are a very few,
Who have it so good it offsets the rest,
Until the rest demand something new.

Rain

The rain can keep on coming,
Just try to stay dry,
This water's only here for a short time,
Far short of the day you die,

Because death never really comes at all.
You think your final moment ever ends?
We know so little, yet assume so much of time,
You can't be blamed for your mistaken sense.

And when you're dry, but your clothes are not,
And the sun is letting in a bit,
The memories of when you were confined to shelter,
Lose strength to the simplicity of all of it.

Because it's alright,
Even if you get wet,
Someone has to be the example of what not to do,
Until someone else finds themselves in it.

Change

You can't change,
Without someone noticing,
And if it's someone you love,
They'll try to stop change in everything,

As you will try to change her, there's no escape.
Change of perception demands change of the world.
So, be careful what it is you wish for,
For it is bound to occur.

And you are bound to respect,
How it affects those around you.
Can you imagine never changing at all?
Well, everyone else is thinking that, too.

But it's alright,
No one is really that sincere,
The trick is to truly understand yourself,
And no one will actually interfere.

Footwear

If the shoe fits, where it,
But take note of the size,
And make sure you walk around in it for a while,
Before you decide they are yours for life.

And remember that peoples' feet change,
As age batters down on them,
And today's shoes are tomorrow's memory.
Change is an evolution.

Though, there is nothing wrong with sticking with a brand,
In fact, if provides a guide for life,
Tying together the ages you've lived through,
Like a tattoo, favorite band or a wife.

Though, it's alright,
If your footwear changes day to day,
You'll get the benefit of variety,
Though, you might not remember who you were yesterday.

What To Do

When things are going too fast,
You're just going to slow,
Because, remember, speed is relative,
And you assess it as you go,

And it is not necessarily the fact,
That adjustment is the answer,
Unless you're thinking of a change of mind,
Because that's what the mind is for.

It's for remembering you don't know what,
It is that drives you to do the things you do,
And realising that the most you can know,
Is what act brings the most joy to you.

Oh, and it's alright,
If you'd rather just waste away.
That which is natural is also the easiest,
Whether it's giving up or setting the stage.

Waiting to Die

The rain outside will show you,
Where the decay has yet to find,
A place that hasn't given up on earth,
Or left old-fashioned hope behind.

And when you find it there are two ways to go,
To give it life that can one day die:
To raw passion, challenging all that lives,
Or to safe destinations where no one asks 'why?',

Where everyone looks to the other side,
Condemning, but secretly wishing to be.
Watch a video by Mickey Avalon,
And you will quickly see,

How it's alright,
To cover the whole spectrum,
You just can't claim to be someone specific,
Until you begin your revolution.

Just Be Human

There is no real moment,
In this life or one to come,
During the most elated state,
Or the one in which you're glum,

Surrounded by friends and family,
Or alone, it doesn't matter,
Resting atop a big ol' pile of money,
While you're sleeping, while it's getting fatter,

Or in the throes of immense poverty,
Or while you're on your way to it,
That life ever feels completely stable,
And you feel a nirvanic state of pure contentment.

Because, it's alright,
When uncertainty abounds,
That's what keeps humans staying human.
And, yes, it is as tedious as it sounds.