What You Tried

You've tried working for others,
Who do things just for love,
For hardly any return,
You could monetarily think of,

And then you went to the man,
Who was generous, within his means,
Which did not include spare time,
Or money, when things were lean,

And then there was the government,
Which demanded you close your mind,
Lest you really start to ponder,
What your concience might find.

And now you're alright,
Doing what you love to do,
And you have cash and time and pride,
Which is all-deserving to you.

If You Have Nothing To Hide, Then You May Have Nothing

You know when you've done something,
You want no one else to know,
And your very way of ignoring it,
Leads to your ultimate woe,

Which is preceded by another kind,
Of anxiety and depression,
For the thought of the thing that you've done,
And the implications,

That at the time didn't register,
Because we all think of no one but ourselves,
Except in so far as they relate,
To our own physical and mental health?

Well, it's alright,
You are not alone.
This is called a skeleton in your closet,
And you just have to live with the bones.

What's Wrong With Most People

What's the use in knowing,
The facts about everything,
If all you're going to do,
Is spew them at me?

Give me some kind of context,
To give a window into your soul,
To understand how you organize the world,
Because, so far, I just don't know,

Unless you really have no opinion,
Or no moral compass,
Other than one that points at money,
And its ever-changingness.

I mean, I think you're alright,
And I'll certainly see you again,
But I will never trust you have my back,
On any excursion.

How Selfish Can You Be?

I suppose any day,
Could be your last,
Whether because you leave this world for good,
Or the current world just becomes past,

Because you've changed, or those around you have,
Or because you've done something,
To change the way your world looks at you,
Whether increasing or mitigating,

Their respect. Ultimately what matters,
Is what is your perspective on life?
Do you believe in the hurt of others,
Or is it just about getting you right?

Because, the latter's alright,
But it makes a very big leap of faith,
That these worlds are just chances to,
Get a glimpse of your own face.

Maximizing On Humanity's Potential Horizons

Some people argue that character,
Is knowing what your actions,
Could possibly lead to,
And exercising restrictions,

To what you may want to do,
But which might lead to hurting others,
And that way, no guilt will ever visit you,
And you will also have honours,

From those who observe you and you will also,
Be sought out for special tasks,
That require someone that you can trust.
Doesn't everyone want that?

Yes, alright,
Maybe character is enviable.
Though, you deny yourself that human feeling,
Of regretting your true potential.

You're Alone

In some ways you can't avoid,
Being either duped or the duper,
In on the joke or the butt of it,
Lacking confidence or being too sure.

And each position has its friends,
And its enemies, to be sure.
But which side you prefer to be on,
You only realize once you've matured.

And once the realization has been made,
You're either anxious or relieved,
Ready to make the most of it,
Or simply peeved,

That you're alright,
That you fall on a side,
Because everyone loves to be loved by everyone,
And life simply won't abide.

Who's Crazy

Yes, everyone's crazy,
Because no one knows for sure,
If what they're being told by everyone else,
Springs from nature,

Or from deceit, if you consider them opposites,
And no one knows if what they're saying themselves,
Is based on truth or even honesty,
Because humanity's innocence fell,

With the decision to live together,
And to spare each others' pain,
For both require a certain amount of obfuscation,
And estimating what's in the other's brain.

And it's alright,
There is one test for finding out:
Just compare what someone says to what they do,
And if they match, then you can suspend your doubt.

Stand Behind Yourself

There is only one way to be,
And that's completely open,
Because the moment you try to hide things,
You stunt the momentum,

Of what it is that you are trying to do,
For others' energy will be misplaced,
And if they wouldn't support you if they knew,
Exactly what was the case,

Then you must search for others equally as open,
That share your morality,
And if they are impossible to find,
You're either evil or not truly looking.

And it's alright,
If you want to go it alone,
If you believe in what you want to do,
Only by not doing it will you need to atone.

Reallignment

Remember where you came from,
And how you got where you are,
And remember when it was that you felt,
The most natural,

And those moments when you saw something else,
And thought, "that is the thing for me",
Because that was not just you talking to no one,
But something trying to tell you something.

And though it seems that society,
Leads you down a path you cannot escape,
You're either alone, or with people who love you,
And neither would begrudge you a piece of the cake.

And it's alright,
Sometimes things seem really rough,
Like when the world seems to be crumbling.
That's just a chance to say enough is enough.

What's Right

There are certain beliefs,
That should completely mould your world,
And bend others to your perspective,
Or your own reality will be unfurled.

And as long as it is ultimately good,
And aims for honesty and justice,
The anger you get for being unmoveable,
Will be appreciated for what it is,

Which is what everyone wants to be,
No matter the consequences,
Though, it might be a strain on worldly facts,
The heart is where the home is.

And it's alright,
If it takes a little time to realize this,
It's not an easy thing, but you won't regret it,
When you look back at how you have lived.