Consider This

When you've done something for so long,
That it's part of who you are,
Like morning dumps or random loves,
Or sitting alone in bars,

Changing those things seem threatening,
Not just to yourself, but those you know,
You question the fabric of reality itself,
Stepping out of your comfort zone,

So, as you sit there, on stool or throne,
Loving or wishing you were,
Comfortable and comforting and faithful,
Just make sure you're sure,

That that's all there is,
And for all I know, you're right,
Life may not be worth risking,
Just for the possibilities of one night.

Freedom

So, you talk with your dollar,
Whether you have it or not,
Either with trends of purchasing,
Or where you hold your debt,

And since this is a democracy,
Your voice alone means nothing,
Countless others need to say the same,
For your habits to be worth anything,

Habits which are born of this world,
Into which you were born,
Which, if left free, would be completely different,
And something you would die for,

Try to be different,
Live as your instinct tells you,
You'll find that freedom only exists,
When you're doing what you're supposed to.

Born To Coexist

Your righteousness is natural,
Instinctive and intense,
From the moment that you were born,
You've never been known to relent,

But where does such an instinct come from,
When what's right seems to be,
Born of humans deciding,
To live in community?

Could it be that we were always meant,
To look out for each other?
I know I have no fear of you,
Not defending me or your mother.

You may be evolved,
Made for a world like this,
Where we are losing grasp,
On what society is.

True Living

You must not take it slowly,
Though, you must not take it fast,
Both speeds show you're thinking too much,
And that none of your moments last,

Because you're always trying to grasp,
The one coming, or the one past,
Forever living in a different time,
Never understanding the task,

Which is to truly live,
To know if you like the life you're in.
God, I could spend an eternity with you,
If it was always this moment,

But it can't be,
Can it?
Our time is not our own,
Damn it.

Surrender

If you have an obsession,
It's best to pursue,
Because it will always be what it's not,
Until you do,

And then you can consume it into yourself,
And make it what you want it to be.
Think of the satisfaction of owning it,
And the ecstasy.

So what is stopping you,
From finding out what it really is?
Are you afraid that your life will change,
From its usualness?

There are other forces,
That advise against it, I know,
Forces that will never be in your mind,
As far as understanding goes.

Almost Did It

Everything you ever wanted,
Were possibilities,
Unrealized if you didn't risk,
The complexities,

That those achievements would have added,
To the structure of your life.
Well, not complexities, exactly,
But you'd have to reorganize,

How you moved, because the world,
Would expect different things from you,
And you could do it, knowing you had realized,
The possibilities you wanted to.

Even if you were shunned,
By those who used to claim they love,
Because not everyone can be happy,
When you aim above.

Hunger

May you never feel,
The pangs of hunger like me,
For which I've sold all that I've held dear,
Leaving me, still hungry,

Not even 'friends', whom I've helped in the past,
Are any good to me,
For they judge, and also recognize,
Their potential destiny,

And if it was okay,
To let my desires overtake,
I would simply take what I need,
But here, your living you must make,

It's all unnatural,
This disconnect with your heart,
Everyone hungers, and are denied,
Unless they do their part.

The You

Get up in the morning,
The sounds of nature can be heard,
Among the rumbling of the cars driving by,
Trains, yells, fridges and birds,

And the sound of your own being,
Your thoughts, heart and form,
Existing outside of all of those things,
Into which you were born,

Like the structure of the agreement,
That the humans around you made,
Work for life and live to have,
Some time left after you're paid.

It seems so narrow,
The life you're allowed to live,
And still be lauded by society.
What happened to one's prerogative?

The Balance

No matter how you balance,
You're always on the edge,
Life is a constant fight to not fall down,
While looking over the ledge,

While the desire to jump,
Is an option for happiness,
A defiant proclamation,
Of your independence,

And the hope that others,
Will jump off with you,
Not like those others who can balance their life,
And help others balance, too.

And there's no point,
Really, to either way,
It's not like you're going to live,
To find out the truth, one day.

Open vs Closed

What is there in nature,
That isn't perfect?
Each living thing seems to fulfill a need,
And somehow connect,

To create this world,
That has yet to implode,
Through this thing called evolution,
Giving flexibility to the old,

So the system is both open and closed,
In some deep collaboration,
Control within this ever-changing landscape,
An Apple with some Microsoftion.

And neither work,
Without the philosophy of the other,
Each striving within the opposite world,
Both born of the same mother.

Force of Will

How else can you bend the world,
To coincide with your will,
Than to ignore the facts around you,
As not real?

And that can't work with everybody,
So, some people never will,
But still be mesmerized by those who can,
As something so surreal,

And of those mesmerizers, there are few,
Who find their way in the public eye,
Just like some of the ones who have no power,
By virtue of not asking 'why?',

It takes all kinds,
Whether through fame or subtlety,
To live a life not affected by,
The parameters of reality.

The Self

Yes, you never age on the inside,
Your thoughts never change.
The root of all you are is flowing,
Though continuously rearranged,

Like water from the sky is just like water,
That trickles from the lip of a glass,
So, also, what you are suffuses your body,
In whatever way it presents itself as,

From the child in awe of this new world,
To the drugged, reckless youth breaking it,
The responsible adult trying to keep it together,
Finally, aged, wondering what it all is.

The body changes,
And so changes how you express,
But that expression's always the same,
Because who you are is timeless.

The Brain

There is always something,

Going through your mind,

And if you can, swim right through the thoughts,

And there is nothing you will find,

But the trough in which those images flow,

As they meander in your unique way,

And tour your body, sometimes eddying,

And returning to your thoughts one day.

That's all there is, nothing more,

You're the same thoughts, again and again.

Don't try to damn them up, it won't work,

But to destroy personal relations.

Make no excuse,
You're a product of your own terrain,
Not created by you, but where you live,
Your own unique, impenetrable brain.

Live On

Even the best intentions,
Can lead to catastrophe,
But does that mean that you are ashamed of your actions,
In the face of reality?

All you can do is do your best,
Amidst this impenetrable complexity,
And put the hope of life into others,
Despite all its inequality.

Even when the earth opens up,
And the seas crash down cities,
The world can be a perfect place,
Between the eyes sharing intimacy.

That's all there is,
You and those around you,
And when your life is finally ending,
Will you live on in those others, too?

Connect

Don't let anyone tell you,
That this is all there is,
The things you see and the thoughts you have,
And the life you live.

There are other lives out there, too,
In every eye you see,
More than you will ever be able to know,
With any degree of intimacy.

And yet you'll never reach any depth,
Deeper than you already have,
A heart can never penetrate the thoughts of a mind,
And minds will never understand love,

And life is both,
Though, never the twain shall meet,
One gets you up and the other around,
Neither thinking things are quite complete.

Earning It

Don't let them fool you,
When they make your dreams come true,
And give you everything you ever wanted,
Because they just want to own you,

And you might say that it doesn't matter,
For life for you is so sweet,
Until they take it all back,
And pull the rug out from beneath your feet.

You need to achieve your dreams by yourself,
So you know every step it takes,
So you can do it all again, easier,
And own yourself, for heaven's sake.

And that takes guts,
And a knowledge of who you are,
Two things that when you think of the alternative,
Really aren't that hard.

Moments

Amidst all the moments,
That amass into your life,
Some encompass your entire world,
Some represent a minuscule slice,

But none are smaller than another,
None richer or more meaningful,
Just, maybe, noticed more by whoever you are,
Perhaps more jarring to your world,

Some happen outside of what others would see,
As what defines you,
And them, for some of your moments can, in fact, change,
Moments for others, too.

And who's to say,
Which is your last one?
Even at the end of your life,
No one knows if there's a termination.