Missed RSVPs

There are two things you can do,
That you may never forgive of yourself,
One, missing a friend's important event,
Two, killing someone else,

For there is nothing to do in either,
Once the deed is done.
Time's served regardless of the guilt,
And you have offended someone.

So manage your calendar correctly,
And keep your violence in check,
To avoid having to rectify your actions,
And having a lifetime of regret.

Though it will be all right,
With time and distance,
Like a scar that reminds, but no longer hurts,
It'll be a reminder of your penance.

Vindication

The same thing you've done,
That sometimes makes you cringe,
Really looks smart,
When they start that bullshit, again,

And make you wish,
That you never were there,
And suddenly, when you least expect it,
Everyone's aware,

Of what was once a cry for help,
Some things can only be considered that,
Until how you did it becomes the mode,
That everyone reenacts.

So, it's alright,
When you smack your forehead with your hand,
It just shows that your filled with passion,
And are invested.

Getting Away From Yourself Is To Define Yourself

The longer you are outside,
The farther you are away,
From the things you know intimately.
And if you were to drive the car away,

To those places you only know,
From pictures you have seen,
That have stolen your heart and mind,
And you imagine are relaxing,

You'll find you cannot even find yourself,
Because you're running away,
With your soul, out of your body.
Reality's made this way.

You're alright,
Even if you've lost all you have,
Because you're not the sum of your possessions,
You're what you think is contraband.

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 Haven't Lived

If you don't have regrets,
You haven't lived,
You haven't tried something for the first time,
And learned more about what's within,

You haven't had desires that couldn't be fulfilled,
Which amounts to no desire at all,
Or no life, for consciousness demands,
That you've experienced dual,

Perspectives on at least one thing,
And that's to want and to not get.
There is no other kind of relationship,
That I've seen exist, yet.

And it's alright,
If you say, you've no regrets.
You're putting on a good show,
But your far away look can still be read.

Stop to Consider

When you're thinking of what could have been,
Make sure to include,
All those possibilities that would have destroyed you,
Along with the good,

Things that could have happened should you have followed,
Some other path,
Because you never know what leads to disaster.
Then be happy where you are at.

And when you're stifled by a particularly,
Difficult decision,
Ponder the fact that if you had crossed the road any sooner,
You might have been in a collision.

And it's alright,
If this seems a cop-out for running your life.
Go ahead and be obsessed with what-ifs,
And see if you're left with anymore might.

You'll Never Have It

It doesn't take much,
To place yourself out of time,
And place to get a look,
At that for which you pine,

Which is everything that you are not,
Because the nature of human beings,
Is to forever be dissatisfied,
And searching,

For your ideal self. It doesn't matter who you are,
No one is exempt,
Even if you are admired by most,
There is always something left,

That will make you alright,
If you only had it.
And until you do, which is impossible,
You'll always be discontent.

Capacity

Not every missed opportunity,
Need be a cause for regret,
Because it's not obvious in any given situation,
Which route is the best bet,

To success, and it just might be,
That you did just the right thing,
Though, this could all just be a cop-out,
For not seeing,

The big picture, or at least not keeping your eye,
On the ball.
So, do you need to change who you are,
Or just not need to understand it all?

And it's not alright,
To just say that's just how things are,
Because if anything makes us human at all,
It's that we can step up and demand more.

No More Chances

If it's not what you want to do,
Then, don't do it.
And if you say, 'I have no choice in the matter,'
Then, maybe you're not independent,

Which is fine, but in the matter of your person,
How could you let it come to this?
To let yourself become an aggregate of others,
Is to surrender your personness.

And if you say, 'it was not always like this,
Those that loved me, loved me for who I was,'
Then you are lying to yourself,
Because who one is is what one does.

And it's alright,
When you look back on your life,
And realize you made decisions for the wrong reason,
And are too far in to just roll the dice.

Letting Go

Everything has an end,
Unless you keep it alive,
In your mind,
Until the day you die,

And as those things compile inside,
Pushing to find their way out,
Grappling with each other,
And fracasing about,

It becomes clear the need to let go,
As so many have said in the past,
And if that means destroying who you are,
It's worth it if it means that you will last,

To be alright,
To live to fight another day,
To look yourself in the mirror,
And say it's going to be okay.