Flipping Time On Its Head

I've been thinking 'bout time,
So, no time for writing,
Did you know the thing changes each moment,
Each moment you're thinking?

Like, it's a diff'rent thing altogether,
Even Fletcher says so,
'bout people, in the book Fletch's Moxie,
Reminding me what I already know,

Which means this Wath has changed from the start, too,
Just like all the others,
What I meant to say's not the same as now,
As my final answer,

To what, you ask,
Let's go back to the start,
You can't plan for an end that's yet to come,
The horse has always been pushing the cart.

Greenlights by Matthew McConaughey

I've been reading Greenlights,
Want to write one as well,
Describing experience as the past,
But constantly unveiled.

McConaughey has a different concept,
With more prescriptive views,
Though he says it is not a self-help book,
He certainly believes what you should do,

Which some may claim is based on his privilege,
We all come from somewhere,
This isn't a review, but if you ask,
His options were unfair.

Compared to who?
Why, the ones behind him,
The ones in front, well, we each all have both,
It's our choice which is our motivation.

History's Past

Just because time has passed,
Doesn't mean that it died,
It exists in the form of consequence,
In everybody's mind,

It may be different for different people,
Some happy and some sad,
Some visiting its grave every day,
Obsessed not with what they have but they had,

While for others nothing's ever happened,
They've to worry about,
Which is better really depends on what,
Better's for them, no doubt.

What about you,
Do you embrace your past?
That question's already your history,
So, you can forget that I even asked.

No More Future

You can just know the past,
There's nothing else to see,
What comes now exists once you have seen it,
What comes will never be,

Yet it all appears to be just one thing,
Making up what you know,
Oh, had I left the future to itself,
I may have known what direction to go,

Instead I confused what I saw coming,
With what would come to pass,
Then when what came became not what I thought,
I had an awful past,

Which I can't change,
Because it's all I know,
From now on I declare there's no future,
Except as I thought of one time ago.

Thinking Big

It's not about the past,
Or e'en learning from it,
At least, that is not the entire story,
To making life more fit,

Like having a song stuck inside your head,
While you're trying to think,
You must find a path to a state of mind,
In which that melody becomes extinct,

Flying high and then swooping down to the ground,
Integrating them both,
Not changing who you are as a person,
But expanding your growth,

Becoming big,
While others remain small,
If you e'er wondered how people succeed,
It's by thinking big, that really is all.

Time To Bask

They say good things happen,
To those people who wait,
Something always seems to take forever,
Until it actuates,

Then all the years you've been waiting for it,
Seem a blip in the tale,
Your mind redraws the lines of history,
Until the waiting days are barely there,

Except, of course, we're never satisfied,
So waiting starts again,
Time slows as you wait for the next great thing,
From your new position,

Or maybe not,
Perhaps you'll break the chain,
Allow success to be a constant state,
Regardless of what else you could attain.

When It Comes

The time you spend waiting,
For what you know will come,
Is torturous no matter what it is,
Unwanted or welcome,

The reason for the first is obvious,
But why dread what you want?
Don't tell me because it might not happen,
Such a life lived such is the most pungent,

Every moment's uncertain as the last,
It's what happens that counts,
If you know something's going to happen,
Your life's not worth an ounce,

Just take it slow,
Savor every moment,
Then when what happens eventu'lly does,
You'll live it instead of expecting it. 

Why Change?

Why's it always the case,
When something good happens,
It takes no time to see it in a light,
That forever dampens,

What first made you smile, thinking about it,
Like good things just can't last,
Like you've bought something and now that you're home,
There is a question you forgot to ask,

No that it was there when you shook on price,
Time must still unveil things,
Which it can't do if it can't move at all,
'Cause you keep on staying,

Where you are at,
Which is fine for most folk,
Why tempt the universe when things ain't bad,
For the small chance you dreams may be awoke?

In Need

You can work much harder,
There's no denying that,
With dreams of not having to work at all,
What an odd way to act,

Doing the opposite of what you want,
To attain what you want,
Yes, understanding it's about money,
About having a freedom you can flaunt,

So that others can also want it, too,
Compounding your freedom,
In relation to those without the cash,
To go on vacation,

I get it right?
Or is it only me?
I haven't starved in forty-seven years,
Yet I am tortured by inequity.

That Meteor

I need a meteor,
To fall upon my life,
When left to my own devices, I find,
I accept all the strife,

Everyone around me just carries on,
As if it's all planned out,
Like we are all cogs in a great machine,
Yet cursed with these feelings of fear and doubt,

Of what's to come, though it can't be changed,
Unless it's dismantled,
Struck by a fire ball, cogs scattered afar,
To be reassembled.

But then, by whom?
That, I will never say,
May I find myself in a better place,
After that meteor descends one day.

Prime Assumptions

It don't really matter,
When thinking of the past,
That it couldn't have been thought of at all,
Without the net Kant cast,

The conditions could have been anything,
That's the important part,
Unless you want to run headlong down paths,
Leaving behind conciousness's true art,

Which is seeing reality's nature,
That though one can believe,
In the prime assumptions they are making,
That is a choice to cleave,

Your world in two,
Then again and again,
Which is fine if your thoughts are tempered by,
The knowledge you start with an assumption.

What's Past

Once you have seen something,
It then truly exists,
It lives in time past as a memory,
It's nothing until this,

There's no potential of its being found,
Show me the proof of that,
Only when it's painted by perception,
Is there any it of which to make fact,

Nor are there any a priori things,
Waiting to capture it,
Experience is still the only thing,
Humans can e'er posit,

But that is good!
These objects of our lives,
Should change everyday as we change ourselves,
Into better people informed by time.

The Past Is Real

The more I think 'bout it,
The past is all that's real,
It's got a subject and a perception,
Wrapped up in what you feel,

Forget the present, sure, you say it's raw,
But without what has passed,
The world's a jumble of experience,
Uninformed by anything that can last,

The future's nothing but the hope of change,
That never does arrive,
For it goes through the mill of the present,
Over to the past's side,

So there you go,
It's true, the past is past,
But it still changes with the pass of time,
Yet is also the only thing that lasts.