Envy

Speak your envies out loud,
You'll see how quickly they disappear,
For in the realm of reality,
They seem half as dear,

For in the mind they breed no comparison,
Only unidirectional desire,
While in the world, every eye's upon it,
And so, everyone's critical pyre,

And everyone else's envy of you.
Don't pretend that you don't suspect it?
Of course it disappears as soon as it's stated,
So, just keep it your little secret.

And it's alright,
It's good to desire the traits of others.
It shows a wish to better yourself,
Something many people don't even bother.

You're God

Activity breeds opportunity,
Opportunity breeds excitement,
And excitement can lead to success,
Which seems heaven-sent.

For of all of the things that happen to you,
It's the rewards that're most satsifying,
And can only be interpreted as such,
If you believe in a force acting,

On your behalf on a very large scale.
Without spirit there are only events,
Actuated by cause and effect,
Which no one really accepts.

And it's alright,
If nothing fantastic's happened recently,
All you need is a clue to a hint at a god,
And you are right back at believing.

How To Do Things

This is how life passes you by:
You think of all the things you should have done,
And you think about all you should be doing,
And worship your favorite musician,

Acknowledge all of your potential,
But blame your circumstances for not capitalizing,
Oh, and you may as well blame capitalism,
For you could succeed but for the financing.

And don't forget what happened to you as a child,
And the child that you have now.
For you don't want your offspring to be denied,
The chance to allow,

It to be alright,
Not to do what your heart tells you is right,
Despite the fact that there is no excuse,
For putting fear before your rights.

In Time

The route you take's important,
For the future of your line,
And the quality of your life,
And its significance in time.

Do you want to continue the traditions of the past,
When you also continue the errors of the ways,
Of society to those born without a penny,
With no prospect in the coming days,

Even if there is no history,
Within your ancestry of direct oppression?
Maybe things will never change, but there's no way of knowing,
Without constant alteration.

And it's alright,
If that's what you do,
Just be prepared for the revolution,
And how the poor will view you.

Time for Change

There's no time to wonder,
If the time is right,
For time is passing as the thought continues,
As does the fight,

And victory is all about keeping track,
Of the tack the enemy's taking,
Which in the world of mass media,
Is always changing, asleep or waking,

And by the time you figure out your response,
A different response is needed,
And slashing and burning with abandon,
Risks the same system which first wasn't heeded.

And it's alright,
If you grow old having done nothing,
Things will have changed so much, maybe they'll be better,
Than if you'd gotten off your ass and did something.

Blood

Blood is not just a liquid,
And should never leave its home,
As proven by the fact there is no door,
For it to go through and roam.

When it is seen, it is a cause for alarm,
Whether free-flowing or safely stored,
It's in the body, but is not for consumption,
A circumstance that reminds one what it's for.

And no one, yet, has made it a symbol of,
Anything but life and death,
Though, if one seems at all appropriate,
It should be preciousness, no less.

And it's alright,
If you can't talk about it,
Because its thought makes you delirious.
That's just a defense mechanism.

Changes

If you don't like where you are,
Wait five minutes,
For, surely, your body will provide a new perspective,
Until your preference fits,

And the world is just exactly as you want it,
Or need it for your make-up.
Some people need a world that is against them,
To half fill their cup,

And some people need to be isolated,
Or, at least, not beholden to the facts,
And live a life blissfully ignorant,
Of how people think of how they act.

So, it's alright,
Go ahead and make some changes,
There's nothing real to actually affect,
That to the real world is dangerous.

Stranded

The journey everyday,
To obtain what you need to live,
Until the sea washes away everything else,
It had to give,

Will add a meaning to a life with no hope,
And a drudgery to the rest,
Until what's realized is a new deal,
With your psyche about what is best,

Which is no longer that you get away,
From a society that moves too fast,
But to lay low until it finds you again,
Or your life slowly moves on past.

Oh, and it's alright,
No one's going to pass judgment on you,
Time quickly fades your memories in their minds,
And they all have better things to do.

Robinson Crusoe

Your fate held something for you,
And your heart was a slave to it,
Your senses longed for something far away,
That is non-existent,

Without experience you had no gauge,
By which to judge the erring of your ways,
Though, you always knew deep in your heart,
It wouldn't matter what your father says,

And so even your successes had tinges of doom,
And there were even those who portended ill,
Until the world was so against your wishes,
That that, itself, steeled your will.

And it's alright,
Maybe your fate is worth the knowledge that,
Despite all odds, you listened to your desires,
And will never wonder, "If I had, then what?"

Don't Abandon Your Insides

There are at least two worlds,
In which one lives,
The outside, where one accomplishes everything,
And the inside, where one gives,

The outside, where no one can penetrate,
And the inside, where humility rules,
The outside, where joy comes from anything,
Except the inside's need to call you a fool.

The outside can be stifling, but also free,
And there is no escape from the inside,
Though outside your are truly alone,
And inside there are those with whom to confide.

And it's alright,
If you want to change your insides,
Like life, all intimacy has its ups and downs,
But helps protect you from the cruel outside.

Vocation

What is a society,
That denies you what you want,
That doesn't hurt another living thing,
And benefits a lot,

Though doesn't contribute to general survival,
(Of course, how many tasks actually do?),
Because the system won't pay you for it,
And you can't live unless they do?

It's very close to the one you find yourself in,
Whether the sun rises or sets on your flag,
And there are many people too tired of it,
To make the dog wag.

And it's alright,
There's always the next guy,
Who surely has more than enough time,
To make society answer, 'why?'.

Go

One's life can be reinvented,
With the casting off of your history,
And the abandonment of all you love,
In the name of liberty,

And once you have the freedom you can do,
What not doing it first made you realize you need,
For if you don't, it will decay you from inside,
For it is your life-blood's key.

And of all people, you are the one,
To do this for the benefit of us all.
All your wildest dreams can come true,
The ones where you stop society from the fall.

And it's alright,
If it makes you feel bad for those you know.
You have something bigger in front of you,
And they don't love you enough not to let you go.

Pure of Heart

Pure of heart is easy,
It demands every move,
Be of a nature not to deceive,
And not to compromise you.

And if fure of heart,
Others become transparent.
No one with an agenda, not clear of conscience,
Can stand up to the public,

If the public demands to see the truth,
Which, for sooth, it usually does not,
For one person can become a mirror,
Reflecting their own ulterior plot.

But it's alright,
Truth must prevail,
If there is someone willing to brandish it,
There is no way it can fail.

Dislodged

If you find you're on a roll,
No matter what it is,
Keep in mind that nothing lasts forever,
Except the moment that you're in,

And listen carefully to everything,
As if everything is important,
Eventually you'll learn to discern the naysaying,
From the unbias respondent,

Oh, there's not much more to say now,
The moment is gone,
So, for answers look to those who've come before,
And actually incited revolutions.

And it's alright,
If you never return again,
That is a decision you must make yourself,
For your own betterment.

Nature

What part of you is you?
I've been told a modicum,
And everything else is a product of tradition,
And institutionalization.

But if you want to do justice to that speck,
That would not even cover the point of a pin,
Do not follow what you might call Conscience,
Because your true self doesn't have such gumption.

What might have to be done is a fine disection,
To ascertain what is yours and what's not,
And you will know when you've stripped all of the excess,
Because nothing will appear out of shot.

And it's alright,
If you need to take a moment, then.
It can be quite overwhelming to find out your nature,
Is not made up of virtue and sin.

A-Rollin'

As things all move together,
Just keep your eyes open,
Noting the position of everything,
Until the time you need them,

So, also keep in mind what they can do,
And what you can do for them,
Like pushing balls that need encouragement,
Or throwing one to little men,

Who need them for the task at hand.
Being helpful can be as easy as this,
That buy you great stock among others,
And is only based on awareness.

Oh, and it's alright,
If you need to take a break,
All the balls should keep on a-rollin',
If you leave it up to fate.

Everyone's Been Through It

Everyone must go through turmoil,
To say they've lived at all,
Or to acheive anything of substance,
Because life is reciprical,

And even if you were raised in luxury-
Wait, it would be silly to imply,
That your life's as hard as one in poverty,
Because relativity can't cover starving until you die,

Though, who knows, no one knows what anyone's feeling,
Maybe if they did there would be no war,
Or maybe that is all there would be,
'Cause maybe that's what everyone's looking for.

Oh, it's alright,
We all live through our personal hell,
And all one can do is live through it,
Then, only time will tell.

Two Heads

One person has problems,
That is just life,
And they come and go with the tides of fortune,
And according to his insight.

Two people, too, together also have problems,
That is just life,
And they can come in doubles, just like the good times can,
And they can shed for each other light,

On the issue, like just one of them couldn't,
For new perspectives come from other minds,
And unlike when you are just one person,
You can never be left behind.

And it's alright,
If you forget sometimes the strength of two,
You will soon remember when you're alone,
Won't you?

Memories

The key has now been found,
A reason, maybe too late,
Or perhaps just in time, for theears are now open,
To the great debate,

And in time well past one will look back,
Not to the weeks but hours before,
For the present can't be wasted seeing to much of the past,
Because lessons are not work any more.

And knowledge is limited by the room,
Where the knowledge can be stored.
And though you can be hated years gone by,
Your last minutes can still make you adored.

And it's alright,
You can still screw up in the next moment,
Because there's always a moment that will follow,
The one before becoming insignificant.

Listen

What you listen to, you listen to,
And what you say, well do you hear that, too?
Until the former's something you can claim,
The latter will never be true.

An when you speak, do you speak the truth,
Well, the latter will inform that.
Whatever you want to succeed in, in life,
Make sure the former informs your acts.

And if the latter's done with conscience in mind,
Your acts will always be in line with your heart,
And you will already be lauded by others,
Cause you'll have done the former from the start.

And it's alright,
If it takes a while to perfect,
No one really does it anyhow,
Except those who already been executed.