Stay The Same

There is no going back,
When your pride is in the way,
Unless you're willing to forget yourself
Or, at least, who you say,

You are and run the risk of losing,
That person forever,
And rearranging your jumble of perceptions,
Into another form,

That would be derided by the one you were,
If it still existed,
But which you still remember, because somehow,
Some nugget of it has resisted,

And made you not alright,
With compromising.
It's only the pride before the fall,
If you accept losing.

Most Are Doomed

Hard work doesn't necessarily get you somewhere,
But has anyone ever got anywhere without it?
Some people will never know,
Because they simply won't commit,

To researching this question because they lack,
The nurturing that would have given them,
The tools needed to live in this world,
And simply not exist in,

A guided tour that includes nothing that,
They would choose to ever see,
Or in a vehicle they like to drive,
Or, rather, be in the passenger's seat.

But it's alright,
To be successful demands that,
The vast majority are unsuccessful.
It's a definitive component of the act.

Book

This is a story of love,
For the story of love,
Of the varied choices left to one,
After being stripped of,

All pretension to knowing what is right,
Or even knowing anything at all,
Just as each generation has to remind itself,
To get finally get beyond,

The legacy of those who came before:
A method born of habit.
But all is lost once it is realized,
That this new story can have no end,

Because it's alright,
To describe a world built on assumptions,
But try to make sense of one built on truth,
And you'll soon find yourself with no foundation.

Permanence Amidst Change

Being convinced by someone,
Has nothing to do with one's head.
"Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding",
As David Hume said.

And is it practice or a true belief,
In what is related, that gives it force?
Well, as in all things, including nature or nurture,
It is either or a mix of both.

And happy are those who can both believe,
And have others believe, as well,
For reality is no more than understanding,
Until facts become insurmountable.

And it's alright,
Reality was never meant to remain,
The same from one moment to the next,
Or there'd never be a human brain.

Justice

You can't expect the right thing,
To happen just because,
You recognize that it would be wrong,
And an injustice.

Justice is something that has to be fought for,
And that never wants to rear its head,
Without champions ready to fight for it,
Because it is mostly unwanted,

And has a complex because when it shows up,
It's mostly taken for granted,
Or, at least a great inconvenience,
In the way of personal advancement.

But it's alright,
You know what Hume said:
It will always be those who do the most good for most,
That will be ultimately lauded.