Angst Absorber

It's a dangerous situation,
When the one that your with,
Cannot absorb the angst of your life,
Without it straining her own wits,

For, how does that help anyone,
Never mind yourself?
Best to absorb the problems you have,
Then to add it to the shelf,

Of tasks and lists, weighing down her mind,
Best to search somewhere else,
A hole to pitch all your worries,
To protect your mental health.

And it will be alright,
Life will continue on.
No one said it had to go a certain way.
That would be oppression.

Dig Out

Do what you want to do,
There's really no other choice,
Unless you're living someone else's life,
Which, amid the noise,

Of fabricated responsibilty,
You know, the myth of money and power,
Can bury you deaper than shit,
Buried deeper than a tower,

Buried under the weight of the eons,
Explained by the circumstances,
That led naturally to today,
Discovered by our science.

Dig, alright?
All you need is a mind,
To show you that the world in which you live,
Is just one that you can find.

What Can You Do?

Think of all the achievements,
Made by some people,
So much in such a short life,
Yours are so simple,

But then think of others,
Who have done nothing.
Are not your wins and goals astronomical,
And make you feel like something?

Then there's the sum of everything,
That's been done by all of humankind,
Throughout its relatively short history.
And that's only the one world we can find.

And suddenly, it's alright,
There's no need to compare yourself,
To anyone or anything.
Just do what comes to mind first.

Grieving's 7 Steps

Yes, it is quite shocking,
To learn that life, 'til now, has been a waste,
Which leads to pain, and a guilt about,
How you may have acted in haste,

But guard against lashing out,
In your anger at what you've become,
Just lick your wounds, and start to reflect,
In sad isolation,

Only then, can you start to see,
The only way to go is up,
You then can see who are your true loved ones,
And begin to create your own luck,

Then it will be alright,
The world you'll live in will be new,
With opportunities, not available,
In the one you started too soon.

Chancing It

You have to sometimes ask yourself,
Have I reached my peak?
Many people do, you know?
The ones who wish to seek,

The limits to their abilities.
Ambition with no sense,
Of what or where or really why,
The best of all defense,

Against venturing into waters,
Both dangerous and unknown.
There's nothing wrong with testing your strengths,
But, there's no blood in a stone.

Alright, alright,
I know, no guts no glory.
But, your guts washed up on the shore,
Well, that's just gory.

What Next?

There are no problems,
With the world in which we live.
We are all generally free,
When we are not expected to give,

The bulk of our life to tasks,
That to us are of no interest,
Other than the money it affords,
To maintain our existence,

And that sometimes cause us stress,
And angst for what we could have been.
But, really, isn't that better,
Than spending your days slaving?

Oh wait, alright,
We're not all so happy,
Even in this democratic,
Capatalist society.

Confidence

Confidence is like the weather,
Impossible to predict,
Yet, so impactful on your life,
Unless you're a hermit.

It is also like a microphone,
Amplifying your doubts,
And the doubts of those close to you,
Turning their whispers to shouts.

And it doesn't matter who you really are,
Perception doesn't care about that,
We're all just wolves feeding on lives,
Waiting for the weakest to crack.

And that's not alright,
Though, how else can we survive?
I suppose by mutual support,
And respect for the uncertainty of life.

I Don't Want To Do It

I don't want to do it,
There's too much I don't know,
Like, who are these other kids standing around?
They should all just go.

This place, too, isn't familiar,
There are some unknown spots,
That could have danger, not adventure,
Despite what you've been taught,

Because, in fact, every risk,
Yes, could end up making you glad,
But, it could also be a waste of time,
It could even leave you feeling sad.

Alright, alright,
I'll stick around and watch, I guess,
If you promise a treat when I'm done.
How's that for making life prosperous?

I'm Home

I love talking to you,
You know just how to say,
I love you better than anyone,
In the most perfect way,

You smile grandly, and you run at me,
Until you're squeezing my legs,
Looking up at me and yelling, "Daddy!".
What a way of easing my day!

You squeeze my worries 'til they pop through my head,
You push play in me through my knees,
You make me happy about everything,
And reset my energy.

And it's alright,
If you never actually talk,
Your words come out through everything that you do,
I know exactly what you're talking about.

I Skate

I love to see all the people,
Skating around like me.
Well, not as good, of course,
'Cause I'm a professional, you see,

Not like that guy that I call Luke Icewalker,
Because he steps instead of glides,
And that woman's pretty good at twirling,
But she's figure skating, not like I,

I can skate right to my dad,
Without falling, it's not hard,
And I can fly across the ice,
Holding his hands while he skates backwards.

And I have an invention that might,
Make me the best anywhere,
Jets on my skates so I can go faster,
And jump over the slow-pokes over there.

Redemption

You will never get them,
To see what you do,
The great things about the world,
That filter through you,

That have nothing to actually do,
With the things that they see:
The half-filled tank and unpainted walls,
And your lack of creativity,

Until the day that you are very old,
And have nothing left to prove,
Or money to show for it.
Or need to be approved.

Oh, and it's alright,
That you actually have something to say,
Your tree fell in a whole other forest,
And can only be found where it lay.

Dinner Time

It's not that I don't like it,
At least, I might like the taste,
But, did you really have to top it,
With tomato paste?

And, what about this plate?
It makes me mad to think,
That you weren't listening when I said,
I like the one with George Shrinks,

Besides, I'd much rather be silly,
And stand up on this chair,
And dance and sing and be merry,
Until you show me that you care,

About what I think is right,
Which is a tortilla filled with cheese,
Rolled up, not folded over.
Can you make that, please?

Moloch

There is no hallucination,
To guide the imagery,
That places the poor working stiff,
Firmly in the periphery,

Of what he wants to be,
There's no snappy, drugged 'because',
To accentuate the failure that he feels,
When he reports to his boss,

Then returns home to the prison,
That keeps him where he is,
And afraid of following his instinct,
To his bliss.

Oh, it will be alright,
And worth it,
When he realizes life's true meaning,
After a lifetime of disappointment.

Fill the Holes

You will reach a nexus,
A point that you will see,
Coming from miles and miles away,
That will change your reality,

That you have been waiting for far longer,
Than you wish it had come,
But factors outside of your control,
Will keep you on the run,

You may even miss them,
Your life will never be,
What you always wanted it to,
If You could see,

What would be alright,
For you and your goals,
'Cause not everyone can know,
What will fill their holes.

The Key

The world is made of waves,
That you can ride,
If you can catch one,
And know what to do inside,

Though, each one is different,
You may not like the one you're on,
So, do you want some practice,
Or seclusion?

Do you want to be ready,
In case the funnest ride you can be on,,
Happens by, like it does,
For very, very few humans?

It will have to be alright,
If you're not, or if it don't.
The factors that mix to make a good life,
So rarely meet, that they probably won't.

Hope

You could be somewhere,
You don't want to be,
Doing something you don't want to do,
All for money.

I could think of something,
A thousand miles away,
That I could never have or get close to,
That would make my day,

They could let us be together,
If they just thought the way,
Those do, who put the human,
Above manufacturing.

it's alright,
We're all in the same boat.
Society is not yet for the right,
Of a person to hope.

First Day

When your mind is cloudy,
Like after a long night,
It doesn't want to work for you,
But that's alright,

Because who you usually are,
Is always in relation,
To what other people are,
And their station,

And everyone goes... Wait,
This mind's not working, too,
Especially ince it only wants to be,
Close to you.

Ah, it's alright,
We'll be together soon,
Wondering how we ever ended up,
In this room.