Sorry New Year

Last day before new year,
What does that even mean?
A day like any other day before,
Or any to be seen,

Except so many people all agree,
Though, still, not everyone,
That we shall all mark it as a new start,
Supporting personal revolution,

Like committing to one's physical health,
Or helping out the poor,
Maybe that's why fiscal years don't align,
So these can be ignored,

By big business,
I'm sorry, is that rude?
Defiling the spirit of the new year,
Showing Capitalism's attitude.

Synchronicity

What's synchronicity?
It's my bread and butter,
Most of what I have's by fortunate chance,
Let me explain better,

When I've a need, I ask the universe,
Forget it and move on,
Next thing I know I have a brand new job,
Or a new espresso maker button,

Yes, yes, I live in the land of plenty,
Though others have much more,
True, my fortunes come at a cost for those,
In the lands of the poor,

Or, is that true?
Besides, that's not my thread,
This tactic might not work for everyone,
But, it's worth trying if you're not ahead.

The One To Love

The world is chaotic,
Just like reality,
War has existed since the dawn of man,
Though, it hasn't touched me,

Violence springs up at home and outside,
You're not safe anywhere,
Though, again, I've not seen it in person,
Which only means that life's also not fair,

If you are lucky you might meet someone,
In this uncertainty,
Who you know you can trust to provide you,
A source of surety,

No matter what,
That is what freedom is,
To counteract nature's reality,
By offering someone trustworthiness.

The River You're Dealt

If you observe your life,
You will find a pattern,
Like meanders in a lazy river,
You can predict the turns,

Each person must navigate a channel,
That only they can see,
Learn riding rapids, maintaining control,
Or circumnavigate rocks and debris,

The challenges don't change if you're lucky,
They become easier,
If you recognize their similar'ty,
And choose to be better,

But if you're not,
(Not lucky, not better,)
Then you'll have to recognize that instead,
The only way you will succeed, though harder.

Why Try

What's the use in trying,
When nothing turns out right,
Or when everything is handed to you,
As if it's your birthright,

Or when you lose some and you win some, too,
Despite how much effort,
Or when the world is doomed to self-implode,
Due to our actions and we won't abort,

Or when so many others are worse off,
Making you luckier,
While so many have more than you'll ever,
Because of who they are?

I'll tell you why,
It's part of who we are,
It's why the world is the way that it is,
It's the only way it will get better.

Don't Be Different

There've always been people,
Whose lives are different,
The Königreich Deutschland in Germany,
The burrneshat virgins,

Of course that means they're a minority,
Like climate activists,
Choosing how to live for their only life,
Other than how humans mostly exist,

Which is to assume the norm as a chassis,
Then build on top of that,
Find uniqueness in the look that they choose,
Like an avant-garde hat,

But be careful,
That hat does not impede,
Take it off if the government tells you,
Or you get conspiracies in your feed.

Deep Thoughts

This is not the morning,
To question what you do,
That deep, deep chasm like a twirly slide,
Beckoning on to you,

While the kindest attempt to pull you back,
Others shaking their heads,
Secretly wondering what it is like,
The thought of knowing filling them with dread,

For what would get done, if we all indulged,
In the truth we possess,
When only by holding it at arm's length,
Can one e'en be depressed?

Oh, never mind,
To think this way at all,
You would have to have it all figured out,
Or be so wrong you may just as well fall.

Pain's Value

Sometimes you must regret,
E'en though it hurts your brain,
It means you are not learning the lesson,
That comes from feeling pain,

Which is, 'what could I've done to avoid that,
Should it happen again?'
You think your body wants to feel that way,
When it could conceal it with endorphins?

Or simply remove the guilt that you feel-
Wait, that's a psychopath,
Funny how bodies without consequence,
Are often seen as bad,

Because we hurt,
When we bump into things,
To warn us we have wandered off the path,
Therefore, assisting us keep our bearings.

But, Maybe I'm Not

How could so much happen,
Since last I wrote a line?
SFPD bought a killer robot,
Maybe I can count nine,

Trump has announced he will run again,
Then dines with Nick Fuentes,
COP27 took place in Egypt,
The crackdowns happend after a few days

I didn't hear that, I'm only guessing,
While Ukraine's in the dark,
The U.S. had to protect gay marriage,
From its supreme court lark,

Wow, this was work,
Everything takes practice,
And there's so much I'm not doing to help,
Now I'm too old to be an activist.