Losing It

Can it all change,
With the flip of a coin?
Life offers so many options at every moment,
It's hard to keep going,

Without choosing one bad path,
Or at least one that sends you down.
But because there are always already more choices again,
You can always come back around,

Or explore, which doesn't offer stability,
But opportunities, for sure.
But, can you break the bonds you've made,
As you've gotten this far?

And it's not alright,
Just to be crazy,
You have to be unpredictable,
And envied.

Living

Yes, you can do it!
The world was made for that.
If you don't, who will?
Many are lost on that fact.

And no one will do it quite,
The way that you do,
And all these things just become,
An extension of you,

Inflating you,
So you are visible by more,
And ensuring life after death,
Thanks to the responsibility you bore,

Ensuring you're alright,
By showing everyone,
That self-expression's not that hard,
And your perspective's as important as anyone's.

What To Do

You will often ask yourself,
Why did you not,
Now that you think about it,
Go after what you want?

And why are you doing what you're doing now?
You will find youself thoroughly depressed,
Not because you're not doing what you should,
But because you forget,

That there are always an inifite other things,
That you could be doing at any moment,
The majority of which you can't even imagine,
Like what you're doing at the present,

And what you could next, alright?
Because the next moment also brings,
A world of possibilities,
And new beginnings.

How To Be Perfect

Nothing is perfect,
This is something everybody knows,
The craftsman, mathematician, philosopher,
And parent, as far as that goes.

But there is definitely an ideal state,
That something can find itself in,
Which requires moving with the flow of imperfect things,
So you are in line with their imperfections,

And somehow there is a perfect way of thinking,
About reality, as such,
Which surely must leave you in that perfect state,
Even amidst this imperfect bunch,

Of humans, alright,
Who might be perfect themselves, in their own way,
Who may just want to be perfect with you,
One of these days.

Who to Know

The waves of reality are such,
That if you want to know how you're made,
You must pay attention to the rhythm of your belly,
As your body follows the waves,

And take note your perceptions on the highs,
And on the lows,
Not the specifics, mind you, only the structure.
It's not what, but how you know.

And all this means that you must live first,
Before you can know how it is you live,
Which is both dangerous and exhilarating,
And must be risked if you are ever to give,

A representation that's alright,
And true to who you are.
What is there to know in life, if not yourself,
Before the position of the stars?

The Enviable Life

Yes, life is passing you by,
But so is it passing everyone else,
And not to make everything hunky dory,
But there's a life for every self,

And taking any one and putting it on display,
Creates an art, as is proved by new media,
For what's interesting is not what's produced,
But how much truth can be seen by ya,

'Cause whether drawn, written or thought to yourself,
You'd be surprised how much deception there is.
You want the proof for this, just look at your life,
And identify the fruits of your wish-es.

But it's alright,
For no life always feels fulfilled,
And the outward view is no gauge of just how,
Many wishes in it have been killed.

Art

There are many ways,
To skin a cat,
With different results as good as another,
Depending on where you're at,

And the value you put upon function or form,
And what pleases you regarding each one,
Which is why two different people can make,
Two works of art, each worthy of recognition,

And why the one can't show the other,
How to make the same thing,
Except to the extent that it will be,
Completely unique to the person making,

As long as she's alright,
And is doing her work honestly,
For that is what separates art from nothing,
And dreaming from reality.