Learning to Walk

You can't get anything,
Without asking for it,
In some whay or other, whether verbally,
Or in the sub-conscious.

But when the former, it is better,
For you have to do the exercise,
Of legitimizing the its necessity,
Something that has to be done no-wise.

And then the richness of life presents itself,
Like if you were able to be completely conscious,
Of the decision-making process when throwing a ball,
Or, at least, able to witness it.

And it's alright,
If it takes you a while to do it,
Like walking, it's something you do without thinking,
Until you want to make it perfect.

Happy Holidays

What there is left to do,
Can be overwhelming,
When you have so little time to do it,
And so many people expecting,

It all to just be done and with a smile,
And as if there was nothing to do.
It's like denying the elephant in the room,
While it's shitting on you.

And there's not enough hours in the day,
At the best of times.
Not to blame society for everything,
But everything before it was just fine.

And it's alright,
You just have to tweek your mind,
And believe this is what Nature is all about,
And you should make it through just fine.

Under the Gun

When there are challenges,
That you have let slip,
Communication is the only thing,
That will rectify it.

And when you find that you are under the gun,
And you have to save your good name,
Staying calm under the preasure is good,
But if you fail, then it's just lame.

Problem-solving is the key for you,
And creativity in the face of chaos,
For no one else could really do what you do,
If what you do is minimize the loss.

And it's alright,
If this fills you with anxiety,
As you get older your skin will get thicker,
And it all won't mean a thing.

Intention

There's nothing quite so depressing,
As a life without self-reflection,
Even if such thoughts lead to depressing discoveries,
And depression.

For no one has disagreed throughout the ages,
That what's involved in the meaning of life,
Is a leap of faith regarding what it's all for,
Whether aesthetics, community or strife.

So without thinking on what it is you do,
And why it is you do it,
You're just floating through the air like a leaf,
And like a leaf you are not important.

Unless, alright,
You've decided that's what life's all about,
And you've consciously given up your consciousness.
Now, that would be something devout.

Reinventing

Keep changing who you are,
It's the only way to do,
A lot of things herein summarized,
To help you:

The different perspectives will help you to see,
The different perspectives there can be,
And so understand others a little better,
As well as your own psychie.

Others will be amazed by your chameleon-like nature,
For so many others lack that, themselves,
And they will also not know how to handle you,
For into which one of you do they delve?

And it's alright,
You won't lose sight of who you really are.
You'll learn something new each time you reinvent yourself,
To add to your self-assessment jar.

Missteps

It's easy to become depressed,
And forget who you are,
And release all of the self-confidence that comes easily,
When you don't engage yourself,

With others so that you are invested in them.
That might be a mistake if you think,
That your intentions will be understood,
Separately from how your actions link,

To the fortunes of others,
Because people only believe what is real,
Are the things they can hold and how they affect them,
Because they physically heal.

But it's alright,
If you remember where your heart lies,
And be damned others' unappreciativeness,
When they avoid your eyes.

Never Tell

There are more things below the heavens,
Than can be comprehended by one soul,
And relationships that cannot be understood,
Except as not to touch them with a ten foot pole.

And most of what you hear should never be uttered,
But absorbed as knowledge for yourself,
As examples of things that exist that no one sees,
And reminiscent of everything else,

That is absorbed by others that you'll never see,
Or that you wouldn't understand anyway.
Stick with what you know and to your own business,
And you'll eventually have your day.

And it's alright,
To take some time to understand this,
But eventually you will have to grow up,
Or you stand to take some vary dangerous risks.

What's the Truth?

There is no one person,
Who's exactly what he seems,
And if the more he wishes to misrepresent himself,
The more creative he's been,

And the more untruthful, but what does that mean?
I guess there's no real excuse,
If you are found to be not what you say,
There's every right to alienate you,

And even if it was an honest mistake,
There's no way of telling everyone,
Of the good intentions in your heart,
For all that exists is perception.

And it's alright,
If you turn out to be a sham,
As long as it came from a good place,
Or from insane compulsions.

Interinformation

There is no one thing you're doing,
That is a thing among itself.
Its context is informed by your other tasks,
And the tasks of everyone else,

And what you learn from that thing will apply,
To the other things you're doing also,
And may help or hinder them, depending,
On how open you are as you go,

And on how much you treat life as a journey,
And not as a series of tasks,
Leading to their own ends in themselves.
But, who really does that, one might ask.

And it's alright,
If you're one of the the people who do,
You're also probably the kind to do things,
With a more open point of view.

Tired Again

How can you be both open,
And exclusive to your views,
On how things should be done while sitting in,
A position you abuse,

And sitting in a position you should use,
To collaborate to the benefit of all,
Instead of assuming that what you envision,
Is universal,

And that no other input is required,
Beyond the muscles to enact things,
Until you find yourself in the unenviable position,
Of being,

Alone, alright,
Right up until you think you are surrounded,
By the people who can defend you,
Against this underestimated threat?

2.0

If the new age is about collaboration,
And interconnectivity,
Fashioned after the lessons of the internet,
And early post-modern philosophy,

And it's possible for many people,
To do one thing as an aggregate,
So that every action can be better informed,
Not by one person, but a regiment,

Then how does one treat of love and money,
The two things that make the world go round?
The point might be that you must let go of your ego,
And learn to spread it around.

And it's alright,
If you don't want to play that way,
You'll either get left behind or tampled,
By this new millennium wave.

In Case You Don't Believe It's Over

You can never know the thoughts,
Of another person,
Even if they tell you what they are,
They're in a state of confusion.

And when you feel everyone else knows,
Something you do not,
Wait a minute and you will find the tables turned,
And your past battles needlessly fought.

And when you feel you know more than everyone,
Ride that wave until it dies down,
Because everyone else is so confused,
They may believ it until the truth is found,

Which will be never, alright,
Not even when the cows come home.
Even the sagest person you might meet,
Is a product of just being alone.

Self-Worth

When you get what you're worth,
You believe you're worth much more,
And when you don't, you undervalue yourself,
And keep yourself poor,

And when you have no idea,
Well, that's everyone's greatest dream,
Being grateful for whatever you get,
And not upsetting the team,

Which is a misnomer for equality does not exist,
Where value judgements are made.
You must acknowledge your own standing,
For your fire not to fade.

And it's alright,
You can do this anytime,
Though there's no better time than the present,
If you want your fire to shine.

Chances

Those moments spent in anger,
At the world at large,
For ignoring the needs of the individual,
For a credit card charge,

For forgetting that a society,
Is meant to give freedom to roam about,
And not get devoured by wild animals,
Not to figure new ones out,

To create an atmosphere of equality,
Where all have the chance to live fulfillingly,
And not spend one third of life doing something,
Just to have the money to spend the rest worrying.

Can be alright.
Half of it is attitude,
That's why crazy people can withstand extreme cold,
While they are practically nude.

Basement Hole

You let only a little seep in slowly,
Though that is still enough,
To fill the pit inside so much so,
You threaten the love,

For the capacity that makes your holes,
Something to put up with.
But now that other things may get involved,
You wonder how full the cup is,

And pretend that nothing is due to you,
Though the coldness from your soul infects,
Every nook that anyone can feel,
Or rather, what anyone lets.

And it will be alright,
If it all gets fixed in the end,
Because it's obvious who's in the wrong,
And who really needs the mend.

A Higher Level

There is no greater level,
On which you can operate,
For there is one factor that levels everything,
No matter how much you computate,

No matter the results of the actions,
That are based on your understanding,
For results only prove that what you've done so far,
Managed to get you everything,

But the philosophy you base your actions on,
Fails if the world should shift tomorrow,
Assuming it was right in the first place,
And this is only one scenario.

So, it's alright,
To question your own moves sometime,
Until you start to question everything,
Other than as a question in your spare time.