Raisin D'etre

You have to follow your heart,
You just have to,
Because no matter where you end up,
You have to feel like you,

Or else you'll always be looking for
The meaning of it all,
And by that I mean of yourself,
Because that's all anything can be called,

That exists, alright?
I'm not talking about the mystery,
Of what's going to happen next.
That is just life's reason to be.

Double Rainbow

It is just amazing,
What one can live through,
Both challenges they thought were impossible,
And sins they thought they'd never do,

But experience is a different kind,
Of knowing in this realm,
Where we are born into we know not what,
And we know not who is at the helm.

And if you can manage to do without,
Those feelings that are the result of,
Being told certain things are wrong,
While still being able to love,

Then you'll be alright,
Maybe even the best,
Among these other humans who persist,
In giving an answer that is only a guess.

Justify It

Which one is it?
Are you tired or ashamed,
For what you've done and what it looks like,
That you'll just be doing the same,

Day in and day out, except for those moments,
You've really broken the mold,
And done what no one would expect you to,
And certainly not what you've been told.

And in some cases, it is really bad,
And in others, fantastical,
And you don't know which it will be until you've done it,
Which is the way of the world.

And it's alright,
If some things turn your world upside-down.
It was upside-down to begin with,
So, you've really just come back around.

Luck

No matter how good things are,
Prepare for the worst,
Because the real causes of all your success,
Are not what you think of first,

Unless, you think first of extreme luck,
And hidden actors behind the scenes,
Both wishing for you to benefit,
And to ride the coattails of your dreams,

And those same people willl quickly turn,
If they perceive a loss in their own fortune,
And fortune, itself, plays no favorites,
So that luck can easily be ruin.

But it's alright,
We make our own luck,
By being open to every chance,
And keeping our chin up.

Are You Depressed?

Once you've really realized,
What it is you want to do,
Within the circumstance you find yourself in,
And the limitations within you,

And orient yourself in such a way,
That you can ignore,
That you must compromise who you are,
No matter where you go,

And eventually you will get tired,
Because our natural state,
Is one of acceptance, if there is no threat,
So that we can hibernate,

And pretend everything's alright,
And, actually it is,
As long as you're alive, there is still hope,
For a meaningful existence.

The Art of Confidence

How quickly life can change,
From understood, to underwhelmed,
From having all that you could ever want,
To feeling like you're in hell,

And if you are as confident as the tides,
Be sure that you will soon feel,
That everyone has your number,
And are just waiting for the chance to reveal,

Your greatest weaknesses or shameful moments,
Because no one is immune,
To the laws of nature, just like the tides,
Are the slave to the moon.

But it's alright,
If you remember that is the case,
And make everyone else feel like they are nothing,
In order to maintain a secure place.

Welcome to Yourself

Okay, here's the final answer,
For up to this moment:
Everything you've done up to this point,
Is sunk and already spent,

And what that means is you must deal with what,
You don't necessarily like,
About your actions and yourself,
At which point you might,

Accept that those things of which you are not proud,
Were not done by someone else.
They were done by you, and only you.
Now, accept yourself.

Now it's alright,
It's just what it is,
And despite how people tried to raise you,
You've discovered what actually exists.

What You Want

This is the thing with cooperation,
You need it for things to work,
The way you want, but there is always,
A way to shirk,

Responsibility, and go alone,
And just work with what you've got.
If you can't find it, grind it, that's the way,
To get what you've sought,

And if others say to you,
Or about you, that you are not right,
When you are only taking care of yourself,
Then you just might,

Be alright,
Because it only goes to show,
That you can't really get what you want,
Without finding enemies as you go.

Figure It Out

When something is over,
Except for the imprint,
Of the thoughts and memories that it left,
And what actually exists,

Then you can review them, but that's not what,
It actually was.
It's a whole other experience,
Because,

Everything actually is,
Isn't that deep?
No? Then, consider for one more moment,
What you experience when you sleep.

And then, alright,
Think about what you just thought about.
Which of the four was more real than the rest?
Then write a book, when you figure it out.

Key

There's nothing you can't do,
Positive thinking is the key,
And faith,
In your fellow human being.

And when you're feeling unsure,
In yourself,
Curl up in a little ball,
And retract into your shell,

Until the moment that you realize,
That the only enemies,
Are the thoughts in your own head,
Telling you that there's some key,

To being alright,
Because there is,
And it's to not search for any key,
But, to just live.

Next Moment

When something's almost over,
But there's still shit to get done,
Though, it doesn't look it to,
Anyone,

And there're two worlds begging for,
Your attention,
One wanting to continue on,
The other vying for position,

Vying for the opportunity,
To be all you have,
So you have nothing left to live for,
If it doesn't come to pass.

And it's alright,
You just have to remember,
That every moment offers something new,
It's all about your sight's filter.

As The World Turns

To be made to be happy,
With the way the world turns,
Is the goal of every human,
And legislature,

The one to get through the day,
And the other to get away,
With giving a small proportion of the living,
A slightly easier day,

Though don't be fooled into thinking,
That something more can be said,
On this subject, like the will of god,
Because someone's already said he's dead,

Which is alright,
It's less about whether there's a god,
And more about being able to,
Talk of him as if heks got a bod.

To Love

Yes, if you love something,
You've got to set it free,
Not so that it will come back to you,
But for your own sanity,

So that you don't just change it to yourself,
In your mind, as you perceive it,
And so that others can see its beauty as you do,
And help it be independent,

And give it a greater chance at survival,
And a network of help to raise it up,
For all to see, so that your own breast grows,
With every favorable opinion.

And it's alright,
As long as you have self-confidence,
You won't only have a stronger love,
But will become a greater amorent.

Delegate

Any time you wonder,
If you got it alright,
Then take a moment, and take a nap,
Because you're aake in the light,

You're cooking in a ktichen,
Built in a cardboard box,
With faulty circuits,
Overloaded to the max,

And burning the candle at both ends,
Because if you weren't,
You'd know you're just the place you're meant to be,
And your fresh perspective is current.

And it's alright,
Living like your head's chopped off,
Until your bones start revolting with pain,
And you realize you live without love.

Remember

Every day's a lost day,
Not even memory,
Of the good times is any replacement,
For real ectasy,

Or even pain, because the role of reminisince,
Is for comparison beyond all else,
For it's never done outside of the context,
Of the current state of the self,

And until you are fine with who you are,
There's no point in ever looking back,
For it will be for all of the wrong reasons,
And to focus on what you lack,

Which, to be alright,
You must look ahead,
Because that's where you will fulfill your dreams,
Rather than imagining a past, instead.

Chances

Just when things get better,
From dire straits,
You look around and realize that,
Maybe it's too late,

For things to go back to the way they were,
And you missed the opportunity,
To start a new life from your last mistake,
Or, so that's how you see,

Anything that threatens your way of life,
Because you get comfortable,
And think somehow you're where you oughta be,
Just because it's usual.

And it's alright,
You can always make the best,
Of a bad situation,
But it will never reach the idealest.

Not Until It's Gone

One day at a time,
And forget all the rest,
As anything that actually happened,
Lest,

You start to think that you are what you've done,
Because what you've done is already gone,
And can't overcome what you are doing now,
As a new person.

And until you can completely separate,
From that person in the past,
The heartache and pleasure that no longer exists,
Will continue to last,

Which is alright,
If you are happy with where you've been,
And have no care to go anywhere else,
Until your ultimate ending.

Uh Oh

The physical is the problem,
You'd never even know,
Anything was ever wrong,
Without the symptons that you show,

And of course, you'd have no reference,
For the thoughts in your head,
So in that way the outside world is good,
For helping you understand,

Your place in existence,
Though, you'll never get the best,
Of it, because it's impossible to find,
And the nastiest.

And it's alright,
You can only live on,
Even if you lose it all-
Well, that leads to destruction.

Now

How do you learn about yourself,
And how you react in a situation,
Without actually doing it,
To test your consience,

And your resilience and your view of the world,
And your opinion of its origin,
And those around you and how they respect,
No excuses for how you're livin'?

You don't live long,
Unless you create these challenges,
That put into doubt the way you live life,
And the things already mentioned.

And it's alright,
If you end up living more than one life.
You've just doubled your existence,
And bought yourself more time.

Never Again

What you permit, you promote,
And what you do, you can't take back,
Even if you can act like it never happened,
It remains as a fact,

Even of no one ever knows,
You will, yourself,
And you can never, never predict,
Your future mental health.

And this is the responsibility,
You have avery single moment,
You exist, and you exist,
Until you finally relent,

And say, "alright",
I will never do that again,
And bury it deep, deep inside,
Of my tormented head.

How To Knwo What You're Doing

It's never a given
How people will act,
Even if they assure you in detail,
Before the fact,

Even if you know them inside and out,
Because it's guaranteed you won't,
Because people don't even know themselves,
And lie to themselves even when they're alone,

So what do you do?
How do you do what you want,
While ensuring you aren't,
Hurting those you wouldn't,

Want to be alright?
Here's a tip:
Make no excuses for what you do,
That's based on your instinct.