The Top

Can you keep on going?
Is there time to stop?
What are others doing, either way?
Are you barred from being on top?

And is the one on top the one who won't stop,
And is the oldest of those who don't?
Surely, there's more than just perseverance to succeed,
Like nature, nurture, geography and hope.

And a combination of these is probably the way,
That one succeeds at what she does.
And for that matter, there are many tops,
To be striven for by many humans.

And it's alright,
If you don't know which one to strive for.
But if you don't pick at least one randomly,
You're guaranteed to never get off the floor.

Perspective

When the darkness has fallen on you,
And only clawing will help you out,
Be comforted by the thought that when you are,
There will still be doubt,

And there will still be just as far to go,
To reach any true happiness.
Like any absolute, the distance to it,
Is infinite,

And any joy you can grasp in relation to,
What you had a moment ago,
Is a triumph beyond all miracles,
That you can ever know,

Because it's alright,
Until you start to think about it,
And then you wish you never had,
And just continued to just exist.

It's Not About You

No matter how much you think about it,
Nothing will change,
Unless you take it upon yourself,
To amend your brain,

And consciously make the world,
Not how you naturally see it.
Because, remember, nature is a combination,
Of who you are and what you found yourself taught.

And it's bullshit if someone tells you,
You were taught all wrong.
With everyone in the world taught differently,
They're just angry that you'v got more going on.

And it's alright,
If they search for themselves in everything that you say.
Chances are they're just hoping you haven't found out,
How they actually have none of the things for which you've paid.

The Enviable Life

Yes, life is passing you by,
But so is it passing everyone else,
And not to make everything hunky dory,
But there's a life for every self,

And taking any one and putting it on display,
Creates an art, as is proved by new media,
For what's interesting is not what's produced,
But how much truth can be seen by ya,

'Cause whether drawn, written or thought to yourself,
You'd be surprised how much deception there is.
You want the proof for this, just look at your life,
And identify the fruits of your wish-es.

But it's alright,
For no life always feels fulfilled,
And the outward view is no gauge of just how,
Many wishes in it have been killed.

The Value of You

What's the measure of a man?
It depends on who
Holds the ruler and where it is he got it,
Because there's no likeness between any two,

But if it happens that there's still an agreement,
Among an impressive population,
That you are made of laudible qualities,
Then,the scale has reached objectification,

Not as a measure of who you are, though,
But of the calibration of a few,
For no matter how many are in agreement,
There are an infinite more who are not, too.

So, it's alright,
If you're told you're great or good for nothing,
The only critique that is ruler in its universe,
Is your own self-judging.

This Little Piggy

No moment is wasted,
Even the wasted ones,
Even if you are thinking nothing at all,
And creating no productions,

Even if what you are doing,
Is impeding others from doing things, themselves,
Reminding them that you exist,
But leave everything on the shelf.

Mere existence is a powerful thing,
And consciousness of it, even more,
Especially in light of the fact that you can't,
Know that other people are.

And it's alright,
If you don't intend to be productive again,
You won't be able to avoid it,
Being a human.

Life Well-Lived

Is it ever too late?
Not if you're among the right crowd,
And you don't forget what it is you love,
And how,

To do it in such a way,
That you forget,
That you're doing it for someone else,
Because you wouldn't,

And still be doing it with honesty,
Because that is the point,
Unless you want to live a life unlived,
Because then you'll be going,

To be alright,
Because there's no hard and fast rule,
That life should be lived any specific way,
Unless you want to be arbitrary, too.

It's Soon

It is any day now,
And it's like time has stood still,
And you don't know what it's going to be like after,
So, what is life until,

That moment, and what is that moment, too?
Where is it you are residing?
Or, perhaps you should just appreciate now,
What you are experiencing.

And when the time comes that it's all in the past,
You can remember that you were once,
Someone completely different than who you are now,
And that in identity there's no permanence.

And it's alright,
Life is full of these little things,
That make you question what it's all about,
And makes you pray for no endings.

Making Change

Things can change very quickly,
In fact, they do,
And keeping track of where the changes lie,
Is only helpful to a few,

Whose joy comes not from living life, per se,
But from analysing life so far,
While for the rest of humanity,
It's a constant war,

Of conflicting passions and the thoughts that serve them,
Amid this background of ambition.
Change is necessary when you want something else,
But only of a portion,

Of what's not alright,
Because some things need to stay in place,
For the things you want to have any meaning.
Really, it's a losing race.