Before I Go

Looking back at those days,
Space tourist billionaires,
It's obvious now they were preparing,
For when the earth lost air,

For when the food supply chain simply died,
Its fragility known,
Maybe not felt by the rich right away,
Though advised to stockpile food in their home,

Prepare to go to the only safe place,
Once seen as just a dream,
Better to survive in a small capsule,
Than among the unclean,

Who want your blood,
If just for sustenance,
If you're not fighting to distribute wealth,
You're scheming how to keep your possessions.

Enough Already

You have to change your life,
Yeah, I'm talking to you,
How else can you know what it's all about,
If this is all you do?

Walking about on the same old pathways,
Saying the same old things,
Expecting that somehow the scenery,
Will magically turn into something,

Other than what it has been everyday,
Simply by wishing it,
That, my friend, is something called dillusion,
God, how I have milked it,

Well, no longer!
Yes, I'm talking to me,
I talk to myself so much, people stare,
It's an old song with an old melody.

Covers

I have heard what they say,
With intense eloquence,
No effort beyond surrendor to pain,
With added transparence,

Would I but could escape to that domain,
Like I am doing now,
To hear myself is a broken record,
Will any more skips even be allowed,

Before this heart breaks and I am no more,
It happens to the best,
The worst also die with as much fanfair,
Which is to mean, much less,

Meaning nothing,
Naught taking away naught,
So much produced, nothing to show for it,
It's a deadly sin to even be sought.

Who You Are

People do come and go,
From your life and from theirs
What is left is how they behaved in both,
With your personal shares,

As such, there could be millions of versions,
Of the person they were,
Begging the question, if you could see you,
From all those views, how much would they concur,

To what you think you portray to the world?
Remember, you'll forget,
Ninety percent of the things that you've done,
Far less what you regret.

You are hated,
No one avoids that pit,
Your birth may have been cause for hate for some,
But that's a smidgeon of your true assets.

It's Not What You Think

It is getting harder,
It won't be very long,
Then one day I will think it's hard, again,
But I might then be wrong,

It's not like a stick that you can measure,
Though I'm sure that you've tried,
These things in the end are all relative,
Though it might feel like it is petrified,

Just live one day at a time and you'll see,
What you don't understand,
The world is built on what you think it is,
As delicate as sand,

In a balloon,
Please don't get it twisted,
Just think about your times of frustration,
Then just convince yourself that you missed it.

What Else Do You Have to Do?

Manifest destiny,
No, don't get me confused,
Not expansionist dreams of the U.S,
Though that's how it's been used,

Think of it as a direct order,
You know, make your own luck,
Greb every opportunity you see,
Until you become exhausted as fuck,

Then look at your resulting memories,
Of those, which ones were good,
What was the essense of what you had done,
That's what should be pursued,

It's called research,
It will take you some time,
Some people will say it is not worth it,
While they're wasting away towing the line.

Your Life

There's no more time for sad,
Come, put away the whine,
Nothing has ever been gained in this world,
The way you sit and pine,

Well, maybe there is a baby somewhere,
Getting its mum's num nums,
Learning what you've been doing all your life,
At the teat of the nearest occasion.

How does it feel to constantly consume,
While never producing,
Tasting only ever the most basic,
Form of your bread, daily?

I bet it's fine,
I'm sure you need no more,
And why should one be forced to want something,
Beyond what they have been born and raised for?

Know Your Destiny

When everything happens,
It is on a schedule,
I don't pretend to know who creates it,
Or following what rules,

You might think they're against you directly,
Else, why the life you've got?
Despite the sweat and tears and risks taken,
You've tried so hard to get to get where you're not,

But what if this is all part of the tale,
Written for you by them,
'After years of struggle, she beats the odds,
And gets that promotion.'

Wait, stop right there,
That's what you're fighting for?
I think you are going against the script,
Try striving for what defines who you are.

Doggone

The dog who's been a stray,
Scavenging for its food,
Is no less capable of feeling love,
As any other could,

It's not a nature or nurture issue,
It is reality,
To survive, I have to connect with you,
You will die if you don't connect with me,

Do not confuse my statement with a threat,
You'll know when I've done that,
Our connection, then, will be different,
But still a needed fact,

Or you know what?
We may not meet again,
With neither love nor hate, you disappear,
Indifference leads to oblivion.

Find Out Why

What will make you feel good,
Can you even tell me?
You may have done it and not realized it,
Or you have yet to see,

Which would be sad, because why we are here,
I don't pretend to know,
But to miss out on the greatest feeling,
Seems a shame when come and then just go,

Sure, maybe I'm being superfluous,
What you don't know, don't hurt,
Whatever your experience entails,
Is what you have to work-

Wait, that's bullshit,
You can encounter more,
Push yourself, before you're put in the ground,
To find out what the fuck you're living for.