One More for Good Measure

How much can you trust you?
How much should you, really?
What makes you think in your short time on earth,
You get reality?

You may have read the books of all the greats,
I think I'll read one now,
You've wisdom and guidance from ones you love,
You think have learned more than you have somehow,

But how much time does one need to find out,
You can't know anything?
I'd say the less time the more wise you are,
But then you have nothing.

There's no reward,
In ascertaining truth,
That's a lie, plenty people make it big,
Knowing what's real, but peddling it as new.

Not Where I Had Started

Sometimes you're so busy,
Free time is filled with guilt,
No matter what gets done, there's always more,
The same way Rome was built,

But sometimes disconnecting is helpful,
Scratch that, it always is,
You're busy because you are valu'ble,
So keep some of your milk for your own bliss,

Or like Hollywood, you'll work for the man,
Speak his words with your voice,
You don't mind being owned by the system,
S'long's he's one of the boys,

But come the day,
He mocks who you've become,
Whether as a child or as an adult,
You are in too deep for revolution.

A Ways to Go

I've yet to disconnect,
In a meaningful way,
From investment in life's ephemera,
Never mind for a day,

Once, on a recliner on vacation,
It wasn't long ago,
Long enough that I remember it still,
But was it real, I can't say that I know,

I may've had a solitary moment,
Enough to recognize,
That it fell short of what would be needed,
To open up one's eyes,

But what it showed,
I can never forget,
Now I am sure there is a life out there,
That I've not experienced, as of yet.

Stop Reading

Here's the thing about faith,
In a god or in you,
Assuming there's a diff'rence between them,
That's not in my purview,

In either case you are taking a leap,
Without a guarantee,
That instead of you being rewarded,
When you land you won't crush your hopes and dreams,

The alternative's familiar to all,
You're doing it right now,
Not that reading is a big waste of time,
But we know it's not how,

To make a life,
'Least that's what my dad said,
He was always fearful of what I'd learn,
Absorbing the thoughts from another's head.

While I Wait

I'm barely connected,
Almost forgot this line,
These days if I can't write my train of thought,
I'm sounding like I whine,

When, let's be honest, that's all that I do,
Then say something like this,
"Oh boy, I didn't know I'd have this chance,
To show you that I am conscientious,

Of, let's be honest, that's all that I do,
P'haps I should have said this,
"I'm being silly, but it's hard to tell,
Without context, unless,

You've read other,
Opinions just like this,"
But I didn't and I have lost the train,
Which, let's face it, should have been hard to miss."