Ennui

The crisp mist through which you must push,
On the darkened, empty streets,
On your way to the place you'd rather,
Not meet,

In this journey you'd rather not be on,
For the regrets it piles on your mind,
For love, for money and for your heart's desires,
And for someone to be kind,

Invites you to never stop your wheels,
To never stop until you're too far away,
To honor the oaths you swore when the sun was high,
Shining on the fresh leaves, as they swayed.

Alright,
So, now, what are you going to do?
You really can just cast it all away.
It really is just about you.

It Doesn't Matter What Others Want

You have to follow your heart,
This is sad, but true,
Unless your world's general happiness,
Has nothing to do with you.

But, if you're living life for other people,
Fulfilling their every need,
With no compensation coming to you,
Except money,

You're slogging it out washing,
Up someone else's mess,
Made up of shit you'd never touch,
In its greatest pristineness,

Then, it's alright,
To say fuck it all,
Just make sure you have enough in the bank,
To be functional.

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.

Release

When it hasn't come out of you,
In a very long time,
It does not mean it's stale, but you might have to,
Remember how to climb,

To those heights that bring it about,
Because it's in all of us,
The result of working up to the moment,
When the world is glorious,

And others cannot help but know the origin,
Of the product,
Because it's as natural as stardust,
Whether it's in everyone or not.

And it's alright,
If you're embarrassed in the end,
That just means that you've produced something true,
To your deepest opinion.

Planning

Nothing ever seems as good,
As the plan,
That is created in the world of the mind,
Which is nothing that reality can,

Mimic, just like you cannot be,
Someone else - the two worlds do not meet,
Just like how you see the execution,
And how others see it, when the plan's complete.

And nothing is ever as good as expected,
But the unexpected's better than,
Anything that could have been dreamt up,
And mapped out in a plan.

And it's alright,
It's not about the result, anyway.
The value in planning and executing,
Is the process, at the end of the day.

Vacation

Just because the sun is out,
And your body's engulfed by sea,
Near a beach of white sand,
And tranquillity,

And there have been no news of concern,
Of which you are aware,
Two days into a trip that will total 10,
There are still things you cannot bare,

Like what is waiting for you when the fantasy ends.
What is really the point,
Of escaping what you deem the prison you've built?
Where do you think you're going?

Oh, it's alright,
Maybe it's for your health,
To prolong your life the length of your vacation,
And, so, your self.

Satisfaction

That you have lots of problems,
Just means you have a lot on the go,
And if you took away the troublesome things,
There's still be a lot, you know.

Or maybe not, upon second thought,
Because every risk can be an opportunity,
And if your bent is to see things a certain way,
Then that's how they'll be seen.

Which does not mean a whole lot,
To your physical well-being.
There are many with everything they could want,
But nothing they actually need.

Which is alright,
That's just the way of the human being,
Its ego is such that it can't believe,
Anything could be completely fulfilling.