Muerte a la Revolución!

Do we need government?
I'm starting to wonder.
For don't corporations run the world anyway,
So that government's just a part,

Of the illusion that we have power?
But where does the power lie?
I'd like to say in the hands of the people,
But I'm not that type of guy.

I'm the type of guy to think that someone,
Somewhere has the type of juice,
That allows him to do anything that he wants,
Regardless of who he might abuse.

But it's alright,
I've got less problems than most,
Not living in a Corporate Democracy,
So I raise my glass to all with a toast.

How to Commemorate

Once you start brainstorming,
You have to know when to stop,
Or you may leave your first intent,
Or plan something over and above,

What is actually possible.
This is not rare.
If everything thought was actually made,
There'd be no room up in here,

And you don't want to live just in your mind,
Even though that may be all there is,
Because within it there's still this division,
Between fantasy and existence.

And it's alright,
If that's alright for you.
Some people are happy thinking of projects,
While not wanting anything to do.

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.

No Revolution Is A Line Of Flight

Just because thousands of people,
Think they feel the same way,
And as they march together,
Are unified in what they say,

Does that mean, when it is all over,
And they are told that they won,
They will continue along the same path,
And behave as one,

Or will they start to enjoy the freedom,
That they were fighting for,
Exercising their rights as individuals,
Living in their own world?

Well, we've seen this before, right?
Every revolution,
Must be organized, in order to destroy,
The current organization.

You'll Get Farther

The more you learn about this world,
The more you'll be amazed,
At how that knowledge interfaces,
With what you see everyday.

And some people will call that coincidence,
And infuse it with an aura of fate,
But just like you think everyone's got a ring once you're married,
You're just beginning to relate,

To things you never noticed before,
Simply because you were not in the know.
So the more you recognize things in this world,
The farther you will go.

And it's alright,
If you're not interested in enriching,
Your understanding and empathy with others.
We can't all be improving.

Tweaking Your Perspective

Every day's the best day,
Because it's a progression from the last,
Folding in everything that is good,
And everything that's past,

That you'd rather not be living through,
Unless it's better than what you have now,
Which will pass, as well. That's easy to say,
When you've already been through hell.

But in reality, there's just one thing,
That determines if you're happy or sad,
Which is your turn of mind, though that's a cop-out,
When you're saying it without having had,

It not be alright.
The privileged always seem to write,
The advice for the truly distraught.
And how could they ever get it right?

What Do You Want From Life?

When the moment of truth finally comes,
And every moment after that,
Promises to determine the shade of your life,
Do you really want to act?

Do you really want to push the issue?
For consider this:
Though you might be always wondering, 'what if',
At least you won't wish,

You had never crossed that threshold,
For, even if it's what you always dreamed,
Reality never offers what you anticipate,
And what you want is never coupled with ease.

And it's alright,
Not to take the leap of faith,
People in this world generally don't,
Except those who are considered great.

The Hole

It doesn't take a lot,
To make a hole in your life.
Just a twist of fate or mind,
Will cut like a knife,

Through your confidence in who you are,
Because, in reality,
Who you are is on as shaky ground,
As the world economy.

And there's no way to repair the hole.
It just has to disappear,
Once you've forgotten, again, that you're like everyone else,
And not superior.

But it's alright,
That says nothing about who you are,
Only about what we do to survive,
And what we do to get far.

You Moving?

It is very easy,
To get stuck in a rut,
And imagine you're going places,
But,

If you stop and look around you,
You might notice that others,
Are actually moving and you're disoriented,
Into feeling your motion is forward,

Until the moment you wake up,
And all your joints are aching with the truth,
That the illusion of motion's been deceiving,
You since the moment that you left youth.

And it's alright,
At least you'll think that until the next phase,
When you realize that it's really too late,
For this motionless life to be saved.

Building

How do you do something right?
It's hard to find the criteria,
That satisfies everyone,
With an idea.

You might agree that it shouldn't fall,
And it should do what it was meant to,
And it does no damage to the environment,
Though, that consideration is quite new,

And it probably should be informed by,
Similar tasks done in the past,
And include proven attributes,
To help it last.

And it's alright,
If it does none of these things.
Some accident might come out of it,
That creates a new, useful something.

Life's Unnexpected Joys

As things die,
New things take their place,
As if some law of Nature demands,
There be no unoccupied space,

And what is new may be anything,
As far as your awareness can comprehend,
But like anyone knows, who's seen a baby develop,
Some traits are simply predestined,

And how you nurture them both affects their growth,
And the health of who you are, yourself,
And also offers you a second chance,
To learn, again, you must not think, or else,

You won't be alright,
For only instinct can tell you what's right,
And thought can only help you navigate,
Once you've determined your line of flight.

Almost Famous

Here's what you need for success:
It's about five things packed into one,
Including an ability to connect,
With just about everyone,

And then a capacity to understand,
Just about anything,
Which requires an honesty second to none,
That, as well, is generally appealing,

And your ideas need to correlate,
Exactly with the times,
Like an FDR before the war,
And then you must be in peoples' minds.

And it's alright,
If you're not successful right now,
All you need are all five to meet for a moment,
For a taste of it, anyhow.

Getting Ahead

If you're thinking it is too late,
Then you're probably right,
Not becuase time has necessarily run out,
But because you're out of fight,

Which is all that separates completion,
From wishing you'd never started,
Because there's many forces against you,
Both obvious and uncharted,

Both from others and from yourself,
From chance and the inflexibility of life,
From the fact that to plan anything,
Is unnatural and destined for strife.

But it's alright,
Sometimes things go as planned,
And that's because you force them into reality,
Which is the secret of every great human.

Time's Up

No, you can't make time,
But, also, you can't use it up,
And if you think that time's wasting away,
It's not.

In the time in which you've understood,
The time it takes to do a given thing,
The horizon of time keeps opening up,
Allowing you to do anything.

And when the moment comes that it all seems gone,
When everything you've hoped for has been spent,
You may believe that time has all run out,
But that's not what you meant,

'Cause it's alright,
You're always already done,
What you just did, but that just opens up,
Time for what has just begun.

Just Do It

This is what happens when,
You want to do something perfectly:
That something doesn't get done,
And you look like a dweeb,

And the more you do it the less a person you are,
And this is why:
A person's defined by what he does,
Not by what he decides.

And nothing's perfect except by accident,
So nothing planned ever happens anyway.
Okay, there're exceptions to every rule,
Which is also proof of what I say.

And it's alright,
If you fail most of the time,
Those odds are infinitely better than,
If you never cross the line.

Juggling

Things can keep on happening,
In your absence,
As long as you got the ball rolling,
And have the good sense,

To not abandon it with your eyes,
Because it only really wants to be seen,
To be going in the direction you sent it,
Just as you like to know where it is you've been,

To understand who you are,
Because there really isn't any other gauge,
By which to understand the meaning of life,
Just as the ball only knows what tracks it has made.

And it's alright,
If it seems like there're too many balls sometimes,
Thats when you just watch the people watching them for you,
Because people are no different kinds.

If You Want

There is nothing more you have to do,
Than continually try,
And continually devise the next step,
With your mind,

And be aware of where you are,
And of where you are going,
And keep an eye out for those who may,
Want to destroy your glory,

For reasons you must understand,
Or you'll never get very far,
And never relax,
If you want a future.

And it's alright,
If you don't,
Or if you can't put in the effort,
To dig that moat.

Getting Through 2

It's never cut and dry,
It's never what it seems to be,
And when you think you have a handle on it,
That's just when it gets free,

That's just when confidence is at the lowest.
Yes, your mind is opening up,
To reveal to everyone who sees you,
How empty is your cup.

But if you forget all the stakes at hand,
And acknowledge that they're only contrived,
It can get you through until you have to take,
Things seriously in order to survive.

And it's alright,
This cycle will never end,
So don't be afraid of losing that great feeling,
Of being completely impotent.

What Progress Really Is

You don't have to know everything,
Just reflect after the fact,
That what you did was not all that you could,
And then relax,

And let it absorb into your soul,
So instinctively it doesn't happen again,
And you can then reflect on something else,
Because it never ends.

But in relation to others there is motion,
So that it really will seem you have arrived,
Compared to some who never reflect at all,
And who by definition are not really alive.

And it's alright,
To be awed by the eternity of it all.
All progress is really only relative.
But all that means is you're not infallible.