Living With You

Everything passes,
And as they pass, they change,
Like the light that shines on your body,
As our life together is rearranged,

With each step that we take,
Within our own,
Until we reconnect,
And acknowledge how each has grown,

Or, not caught up,
With what the world demands.
If I had a penny for each time I've looked around,
And I'm in a new land,

In which I'm not all right,
I'm the odd one out,
And need to come back to you,
To figure it all out.

Getting Out Of Here

There are places you find yourself,
Where you never are,
And which help you understand,
What life is for,

And how time passes by,
And has all your life.
So, why would you want to be doing,
What isn't quite,

What you imagine now,
That you're on the outside?
'Why oh why?' You ask yourself,
And then you hide.

It's alright,
Keep on keeping on,
And just change,
Come the revolution.

If You Were To Start Anew

If this was your last day,
As you've known it so far,
And tomorrow, all you've known will disappear,
And you have to begin from the start,

Would you be sad or relieved,
Or do you need more information?
Like why and how and will you remember,
The life in termination.

At these moments you are faced with yourself,
And the knowledge that you will not change,
Even if in action you seem different,
Your understanding has just been rearranged.

To make alright,
What in the past was not,
But given untested circumstances,
You'll probably, once again, be caught.

The Bad Does Come With the Good

Nothing is ever permanent,
Event the thought that nothing is,
And one moment you can feel on top of the world,
Like it's made for you, as if,

It's only a projection of your mind,
And you mold it as you like,
Until you lose control and feel like a player,
In some god's game night.

And do you want this nuance to disappear?
Do you want to know it all?
Or feel like you do, I think some do,
It's called being fanatical.

So, it's alright,
If you're feeling as small as a pea.
That's the privilege of being human:
Knowing you won't always be.

Be What You Want To Be

If you want to see where you've gone,
Then visit who you were,
At all the haunts you used to go to in the past,
But just be sure,

You're talking to the right version of you,
And not who you thought you should have been,
And start asking yourself some questions,
About where you think you're going.

Now calibrate that with your own journey,
And assess the distance you have traveled.
Are you impressed by the progress you've made,
Or sufficiently less enamoured?

Now, alright,
Go find the person you want to be,
Again, talk, calibrate and assess,
And set course for that trajectory,

Relatively Tragic

All these other worlds,
Are variations of your own,
If you assume that everyone sees the same things,
And that all the same things are known.

But it could be that there's a different knowledge,
Embedded in a different sort,
Rendering a wholly different experience,
Significantly short,

Of what you think there really is.
Isn't that depressing?
That there are things under the sky you can never know,
Just because of your positioning.

And it's kind of alright,
That they'll never know what you know, too,
Until you reflect upon the fact that there will always be,
People better off than you.

The People You Meet

Don't bother listening to anyone,
No one tells you what they want to hear,
And no one will ever admit that they aren't,
Absolutely clear,

And people will definitely pretend,
Rather than show themselves in the light of truth,
Which means that everyone you meet,
Has something to prove,

And if you can figure out,
Exactly what's at stake,
In the mind of everyone that you meet,
Well, then, the world is yours to take.

And it's alright,
You don't want to destroy the mystery of life.
You may as well live on a desert island,
If you're going to reach that height.