Going Along

Some people won't take no for an answer,
In their daily life,
And though not all of them are successful,
They are geniuses in their own right,

Defying logic, against all odds,
They know that there is no right or wrong,
When making a decision for one's own good,
You must be truthful and strong,

Or inhuman, which is really to say,
Accepting of what you are told,
There is who and what you should be,
Regardless of what your heart knows.

And it's alright,
If you are of the latter bent,
There're so many obstacles to overcome,
It's surprising everyone isn't.

How To Get Ahead

No matter the world's thoughts,
About what you've done,
They will be as different from yours,
As everyone,

Else's thoughts, also,
Because no two people,
See things the same,
Yet, there's a need to,

Know them all, and that means,
To know everything,
Which is less a matter of knowledge,
And more of posturing.

And that's alright,
Everyone knows the truth,
And are only looking for the one,
Who will speak it anew.

Knowing is Pretending

It is all a conundrum,
How you're placed on this earth,
Knowing nothing other than what you sense,
And what you have learned,

From others, who themselves were just placed here,
And know nothing, really.
And we are all expected to stand up tall,
To succeed?

Which makes perfect sense for consciousnesses,
That need presumptions in order to exist,
Otherwise our thoughts would be unconnected,
Pictures floating in an abyss.

So, it's alright,
To act like you have it figured out,
No one truly believes that bullshit,
But they sure admire the lack of doubt.

Others Will Help

There is no way of controlling,
What happens around you,
But, that doesn't negate knowing,
What you have to do,

Which requires more assumptions than,
Our assumptions would like us to think,
We'd need, because it's their job,
To fool us about being,

Beings that know something,
About where we come from.
So, tell me on the life of those close to you,
What is your origination?

And it's alright,
You don't have to tell me today.
Just keep it in mind the next time,
You're expecting things a certain way.

Yes, We're Different

There is a certain point,
Where some people reach,
When there is less left to actually learn,
And more to actually teach,

And less time available for those,
Who do not have the aptitude,
To achieve the same level of ability,
To comparable level of truth,

Or, to put it another way,
Their potential has been tapped,
And their existence in a higher life,
Is not something that,

Can exist, alright?
There, somebody has said it.
Now, can the world start finding places suitable,
For all the different sorts that exist?

Pass On What

Passing on knowledge,
Is a tricky business,
For everybody has differing goals,
And different interpretations,

And your intent in giving a specific lesson,
May be lost on the majority of those,
You give it to, nay it might even creÀte,
A result diametrically opposed,

To what you intend, so the question is begged,
Why teach anything at all?
Part of the assumptions when teaching,
Is that human nature is universal.

And it's alright,
Even if your meaning is lost,
Your understanding of the world may be, too,
As every aging genertation becomes.

How To Change

There's lots of reasons for not being good,
Not just that it's your Nature,
And that's, in fact, not the greatest obstacle,
When wanting to change your future,

Because Nature is nothing if you deny it,
Even if that doesn't change a thing.
"I decree I'm this way due to upbringing,"
And upbringing just becomes the thing,

Because the only thing you can't deny,
Is the result of your actions,
And if you want to actually change their result,
You have to take responsibility for them.

And it's alright,
If that's not really your thing,
That may just be part of human Nature,
Judging from history.

What There Is

There is really no point,
In not reaching out,
To the thing that seems to be the same,
As what seems to shout,

From your heart as what there is,
Because, let's face it,
Either you think like everyone else,
Or you have to be resilient,

And remember what there really is,
Which is not a lot,
Unless you consider everything you see,
As everything you've got.

Which is alright,
Because there's really nothing else,
Even your most secret thoughts,
Are a reflection of your self.

You're Growing Up

Once in a while,
You will feel like you're the only one,
Who does or has or ever will understand,
Your situation,

Because in all the world, in all time,
There's never been anyone like you,
And that no one's ever done quite the same things,
Which is probably true,

And you may also feel like the only one,
Who really understands,
How the world really should behave,
To truly unite humans.

And it's alright,
Don't feel like you're too self-involved,
The thing is all of this might just be true,
It's just a step as you evolve.

Meet Me Halfway

Is there anything one can teach you,
Who knows nothing about you?
Truly, you've just described everyone,
That you ever knew.

The depth you feel that no one could ever touch,
Is twice as far as you imagined,
Because that depth is matched in everyone else,
Unless you don't think they're human.

But knowing's not the point of knowing someone,
It's to give the benefit of the doubt,
That the deepness you feel so strongly in your own heart,
Can also exist without.

And it's alright,
If you choose only to believe in yourself,
That's worked to create many successful people,
In the realm of material wealth.

Gotta Be Somebody

How can you ever pass on,
What it is you've learned yourself,
Onto the next generation,
Other than how to build a shelf,

Or how to treat a wound or strategy?
Everything thing else depends on your mind,
For what leads to destruction in yours,
May have nourished curiosity in mine.

For every moment spent by one person,
Is completely foreign to others,
So that for two people to have the same experience,
They would be different from one another.

But it's alright,
If two people know each other well,
The fact that something is important to one,
Will make the other think it's worthwhile.

Tiger Did It

Just because you have full hands,
Doesn't mean you're on your way,
To somewhere past the place that you are;
Your tasks may be keeping you at bay.

Society may be tricking you,
With the illusion that getting by,
Puts you on a track to success,
When it's really dulling you with a lie.

And there is very little you can do anyway,
Even the successful are in this trap,
Because if you try to break out of the mold,
You'll quickly fall, just like that Tiger chap.

And it's alright,
I'm not telling you to sleep around.
I'm just telling you how it is,
When you live in this structured town.

Finally, The Truth

It's not what you think inside,
But how you act on the out,
No matter how high you esteem something,
It's nothing unless there is no doubt,

That no matter what it is you esteem does,
Is truly for the best.
In other words, you must assume what it thinks,
In no way contradicts what you've guessed,

Is going on, based on its actions.
Have you yet, figured it out?
Nothing you do can unveil the truth,
So you can only deal with what one shouts,

But it's alright,
No need for despair,
Once you resolve yourself to the fact,
That what there is, is what's there.

Life IS a Box of Chocolates

Life's like a box of chocolates,
If you only nibble on each one,
And no matter how many times the same one's bitten,
There is always still some,

And no matter how many new ones you take,
You never fail to find something new,
And if sometimes you look at them and get depressed,
That there's absolutely nothing to do,

Or nothing going for you except these chocolates,
Which, really, are all there is,
'Cause when you try to look under the box for the legend,
All you find are more chocolates.

But it's alright,
At least you know what you are working with,
Until you find the chocolate covered meat,
And realize that rules just don't exist.

The Truth

You cannot stop the terror,
That things might not quite be,
What you thought they were because ultimately,
It's all a mystery,

And a best bet, no matter who you are,
Except for the scenario,
That you have enough people that agree with you,
So that what is true will never be known,

And it will never be known anyway,
I guess the proper phrase should have been,
That the fact that what's not known will never be known,
Will never be seen.

And it's alright,
If this seems like an easy cop out,
That, too, is a way to muffle,
Reason and instinct's eternal shout.

The Enviable Life

Yes, life is passing you by,
But so is it passing everyone else,
And not to make everything hunky dory,
But there's a life for every self,

And taking any one and putting it on display,
Creates an art, as is proved by new media,
For what's interesting is not what's produced,
But how much truth can be seen by ya,

'Cause whether drawn, written or thought to yourself,
You'd be surprised how much deception there is.
You want the proof for this, just look at your life,
And identify the fruits of your wish-es.

But it's alright,
For no life always feels fulfilled,
And the outward view is no gauge of just how,
Many wishes in it have been killed.