Not Yet

I would not say,
That it's all downhill from here.
To say that I would need some outside knowledge,
And would need to keep Mephistopheles near.

I only wonder without ever knowing,
And that is the anchor that I use,
While some people seem to know and not wonder.
But do either of us really not lose?

Is this the end of it all?
There were dreams I had that do not fit,
In anyway that I can see with my mind,
But, then, my mind can not see all of it.

And it's alright,
A different opinion is to follow,
The moment something unexpected happens,
And it might seem for a moment I may know.

Overexposure

What is this feeling I have?
As if a cloud encapsulates my head.
If everyone in the world felt this way,
Everyone in the world would be dead.

The head is the thing that the body transports,
To wherever the body desires,
And tries to make sense of the things it does.
Sometimes to do that it needs be a liar.

And then only to itself, so what's the point,
Of having the head, but to coordinate the act?
I guess the conflict between all the shoulds and the aughts,
Give meaning where otherwise there's just fact.

And it's alright,
I'm not giving my head up anytime soon.
I just hope it has an idea where to go,
Or that those around me can guide me from doom.

Through the Brush

It is coming close now,
As long as the anticipation stays minimal.
An unawareness of the speed of time,
Really helps things be simultanial.

The room is full with paisley visions of duty,
And the clutter of vague notions of my goals,
And there you are among the ruins of the dreams,
That as a prerequisite life always doles.

Not until I am whole will this body rest,
And may this body never rest in peace,
Unless that conjures up the spirits that haunt,
A life even after that life is deceased.

And it's alright,
Ultimately whatever happens will be.
But if magic happens so much to fantastic people,
Then when will it happen to me?

The Cup

If I take this cup to my lips,
I don't know what might happen,
But if I live to talk about it,
I may have to do it again.

It means that I risk it all, even the ones,
Around me who depend on stability.
The chances are slim, but the possible rewards,
Make my risking them a real possibility.

And what of their looks when I have both,
Risked what we have and produced nothing new?
Will they trust in my love as the motivator,
Or in my entirely selfish attitude?

And I'm alright,
When you really get to know me.
I may be distant, but I am a good resource,
Kind of like a library.

Busy

Busy, so very busy,
Busy, but not too busy for you,
If you give me twenty minutes right now,
I'll figure out how to give you two.

I do love you, I love you, do you know how much?
Let me take some time to figure it out.
I think of you and many things come to mind,
Too many right now, I'm afraid you may doubt.

Forget it all, just let it out of your mind,
Because I think I'm thinking of something else,
Already, and I'm so loosely in touch with my feelings,
I'm afraid that I can't really trust myself.

And it's alright,
Someday it may be clear to all but me.
I'm doing things now to heal the world,
But it will hurt those I love ultimately.

Any Day Now

Could it be that I have found it?
The key to my deepest dreams.
Only time will tell, as with everything.
I must sit and wait, it seems.

It seems almost clear, but there's more work to be done,
As in, I must do some work, at least.
It's not much different than it's been in the past,
I just have to make sure this is not a tease.

It is within you, you just have to let go,
For a moment, of all the things that you are.
Just that glimpse will give you a thirst for the truth,
And a desire to reach for the stars.

But it's alright,
It's cool to just be satisfied with thirst.
There is doing, and then there's what's to be done,
And it's hard knowing which is right to do first.

One Year

It's a very special day,
Something called my anniversary,
It's been a good year with lots of good times,
And adversity.

I have two lives, but only stay on one side,
And admire the grass on the other.
Right now it's such a joy just admiring it,
That it has no other lure.

And I could never find the exact place I was in,
If I went over and tried to get back.
The first time you try something, something's never quite right.
Of course, life is always just like that.

And it's alright,
Life is very, very long.
You're never expected to do everything right,
Or to avoid everything that is wrong.

In Haste

Here we go again,
And I've hardly been awake.
Too many responsibilities slowly walking towards me.
I want to escape.

I want to look at it all from the outside like I used to,
Without anything really depending on me.
Will this serve to deepen or stunt my growth,
While others grow necessarily?

I need a cleansing in the world around me,
Or I need to find another one.
And wander for the ages that take a moment.
I need some good old time travelation.

And it's alright,
I haven't lost my mind entirely,
I still have enough to explain myself,
Even if I'm talking to nobody.

Stunted Growth

That little man inside me,
Was not created by me,
But I certainly stunted his growth,
Out of anxiety.

And is it too late to give him his freedom?
Is he too small to let run amok?
Of course, if I'd let him be nurtured from the start,
He'd be a giant and I'd be a stud.

It was fear that kept him hidden from me,
And that fear sprung from nothing else but how I,
Was brought up, and I don't want that for my kids.
But I don't want to tread waters that aren't mine.

I guess it's alright,
Nature/Nurture, who the hell am I to say?
I like myself, and myself includes stunted growth.
I might not have liked a full grown stud anyway.

Change

I missed another one.
What does that say about me,
When all one has is his word and a loose sense,
Of his own identity?

One lives life like a lake, and forever remains,
Where one can find her, though she is not the same,
And one day she may flow out of herself,
And undermine the purpose of a name.

And why not, love is forever but we are not,
But can experience death through change,
And reincarnate till the cows come home.
We just sacrifice any meaningful exchange.

And its alright,
Wandering can be good, though mostly it's bad.
First of all how can anyone find you?
And how can you ever hope to understand?

Stress

Stress almost overtook me,
Like spirits outside my body.
I did not fight it, but it would not leave.
I had to live around that monstrosity.

The combinations of the things in my life,
Converged in one area to thwart all else.
A waterfall of tears was coaxing my own,
And challenging my own sense of self.

My words were controlled, but my body was not,
And I think I poisoned all parts of it.
Thinking about it reveals etched memory,
Forever a memory of regret.

And it's alright,
This will all be behind me one day,
And from now on I'll follow my instincts,
And avoid an act that makes me feel this way.

Cheating

Is this true regret,
That fills my throat with lumps,
And makes my heart feel like it might just stop?
Now, will my day truly not come?

Or is it like the thought I had about thought,
And the thought that it creates what you think?
If all my life is to be taken up by this,
It better provide me what I want without working.

And what the world defines as what I have now,
I don't have to take as the way things are.
Even now these symptoms of being constrained,
Are not good for me so far.

And it's alright,
Lots of things happen everyday.
Some make things worse and some make things better.
As long as I'm satisfied by the end of day.

Gotta Go

I guess I really get it,
And that's what really hurts,
Because the language that exists over here,
Is really of no use to anyone that matters.

Unless you're thinking self-destructively,
And want to lose yourself, I'm you're man.
Your love is so great for the one that you love,
You want to create a revolution.

Sometimes I need to go so quickly I can't,
Quite tell you what it is I came here to.
So good-bye, because if I get caught now,
I'll never be able to really return.

And it's alright,
The nervousness may never leave me,
And maybe that is part of the attraction,
To the way I live obscuriously.

Good bye Laptop

I can live without you,
Now that you are dead.
You were indispensable while alive,
But, I can live without you, as I said.

There's much inside you that I can still retrieve,
Though much of my life would be taken by that.
Maybe it's best to just let all of it go,
And rebuild my life, just like a cat.

Too much is made of the value of information,
Just like of the value of money.
If they were so fluid I could make them part of me,
It would be my person that had importancy.

And it's alright,
It's better to strip oneself of the world, no?
We all need reminding that life is much more,
Than the things we make to help make life go.

The Little Ones

Maybe it will all change now,
Like it never did in the past.
The world will open up and I will see,
How the old order could not last.

The inequities will remain the same,
But they will exist less for me.
The people I see starving on the street,
Will still live in the same society.

But in my new role I can work for change,
Once I am settled enough and have power,
Which may take a while and of course I'll need some time,
To enjoy my luxurious life's lure.

And it's alright,
I won't forget that I'm a revolutionary,
But I can't just turn my back on right away,
The life that eventually made me free.

Faust

I have been close to the spirit,
And the spirit did not stay long,
But if it deigns again to visit me,
It will not resist my song.

I will snatch it out of the air,
With a mind that is focused and strong,
Manipulate it into thousands of forms,
For only to me will it now belong.

And we will tease all of the spirits in others,
Once we are truly one,
And make them dance to our little tune,
Until we can start a revolution.

And it's alright,
I won't be the first one, you know,
Though I may be the first to use it for fun,
Instead of trying to make all evilness go.

Selfishness

I'm so very sorry,
I wasted time out of our lives,
Erasing my brain and making yours feel bad,
For an unrewarding vice.

I won't tell you, but I will do much better,
Of course I say that now, but what will be the case?
Like so many before me, the habit will stick,
Because the alternative I can't face.

I'm close to tears for the lack of heart I have,
And with so much happening inside of you.
I need to be there for the rest of your life,
And I'm not sure if I really want to.

And it's alright,
I'll do the right thing in the end,
Even if it means doing the wrong things for me.
Why can't life be as easy a religion?

The Pearl

I can't believe how sad it,
Is just looking at that life.
If I could have it back, I would in a minute,
And be supported by my wife.

The determination not to let things go,
But not knowing the things that you need,
Is the greatest pitfall in a free life-
Destroying all hopes before they're put to seed.

And letting it go's the best way but the hardest,
Though people deny it out of jealousy,
And move you to deny even your instincts,
Because no one wants another succeeding.

And it's alright,
That's why you need to plan a surprise attack,
And only that by not knowing what you're doing,
But knowing exactly how to react.

Miserliness

What is it that makes someone protective?
And I mean of treasure or of junk.
I don't think it's covetousness in the first,
Or embarrassment in the second.

Perhaps the possession of something no one has,
Helps to solidify the person you are.
Though I would think the ultimate high would be,
To recognize that we are all similar.

And strength in numbers, I guess, is only important,
When it is strength that you are really after.
And you might think that it really is,
But what can loneliness really offer?

And it's alright,
Though I am being denied some things by you,
There are a slew of things that I am also getting,
By giving everything I have to you.

Passes You By

That is the end of me.
The bright lights cast a shadow,
Of the man I will eventually be,
And he is no one I would know.

There comes a moment in one's life that decides,
If all dreams will be held on to or not,
Because eventually all of your chances,
Pass you by or may never run out.

But if nothing changes, you probably haven't either,
And it's that changing that allows for the room,
That the universe gives you as a creative being.
Otherwise you will just peak too soon.

And it's alright,
I haven't given up entirely.
It might be that I just need to walk through fields,
To get to the trail that I need.

Wood Grain

Oh, if you were as malleable,
As fuel dropped in a lake,
Or as one's hair with a brush,
My forever mistress I would make.

You are different with every tree you come from,
Sometimes smooth and straight, sometimes bold.
And all I can do is select the most perfect one,
But which that is, is based on what is my goal.

I bring out your rich lines like ink on a page,
I don't control the shapes, only the depth.
I don't know what I'll find until I cut,
Your beauty kept hidden until your death.

And it's alright,
It's not like it is even a crime,
To have your corpse adorn every room.
Your depth radiates an aura sublime.

The Flower

What am I going to say,
When everything comes out?
I'm like a flower that can't hide anything,
Because people seek me out.

For what do flowers do but attract with their beauty,
All the animals that use them?
They want a rest but they must always give.
That's the price they pay for the adoration.

And those are tears you find on them in the morning,
For the new day, they know, won't find an end,
To the sun, everyone must look,
Until the next day brings it all once again.

And it's alright,
One day all its hard work will be fruitful,
For every dog has its day and every flower,
Will eventually be pulled.

Time

I have let my guard down,
Now I'm running for my life.
This feeling won't go away until,
I feel I am out of the strife.

It won't get better when I walk out that door,
Because by then it will be too late.
I let myself forget the important things,
And have not disregarded dates.

That is the world, I can't change how one,
Must be in communication with the clock.
It's not a matter of Nature guiding your acts,
But who owns some given time at your dock.

And it's alright,
Ultimately it doesn't matter to me,
But the results may be the ruin of my life.
I guess I will just sit here and see.

Life's Lessons

Just when I think I got it,
The universe makes something happen,
That reminds me I am not the master.
I'm at my best when I'm unassuming.

The first part of your life is to show you through error,
How certain actions create results for you,
And those relations never change, though life does.
It's a hard, but invaluable, lesson, too.

But does that mean you don't stray from the acts,
That you know give you what you want,
And be happy with the things that make you happy,
Or test them to prove you're independant?

And is it alright,
To test the limits of your abilities?
If so, what is the point of that first part of life,
But to show you where to find your revolutionary?

The Human Body

How can you say I can't change,
When my very body's a proof of that?
With every slight adjustment of how I sit,
I've reached a position that I've never been at.

The air rushes into my lungs and changes me forever,
From the body that took the air from the past.
Small things, I know not, attach and detach themselves from me.
A stomping ground always shows the prints of its last.

Like a waterfall, the elements wash over me,
To make the skin that clings to my skeleton,
My hair, my fat, the things that literally fall off,
You know, I'm not even the same person.

And it's alright,
If you think that you still know me,
You may as well assume everyone's the same.
From their head all the way to how they think.

Waterfall

You are forever changing,
And are never really the same.
Even now you tirelessly reform,
Your sound's constant, but from a different place.

The eyes witness a beauty built on the impermanence,
Of any shape you take at any moment.
I suffuse myself with you and I am reborn,
Just as you have, I've given up all pretence.

I hear your voice in everything around,
Because, like them, your message explains art.
Your consistency belies your ultimate death,
Because you eat yourself until you're at your own start.

And it's alright,
If I can't quite make myself into you,
Your greatest part is forever changing its skin,
The greatest lesson one could hope to get through.

What I Love

So what is it I've learned,
After all these days of rest?
That maybe this is the life for me,
If only society demanded less!

I'd pour my heart out for my deepest desires,
That for others would be a toil of hate.
I guess that work is not denied me,
But it's not handed on a silver plate.

With tastes so varied, I wonder how it won't work,
That life can't be maintained both in flesh and spirit.
Maybe it's greed, but I'm sure that's in the minority,
And this is a Democracy, ain't it?

But it's alright,
I can't put all the blame at others' feet.
There are more than eight hours in a day,
And I've only used them to beat a retreat.

Conviction

I have gone a little deeper,
Than perhaps I've ever gone before.
I've faced the thing that's me and I'm still okay,
Though there are things I do not adore.

Conviction's based on instinct and I have the honor,
Of having mine be based on the absurd,
Which is fine because it allows the benefit of the doubt,
But there is just one final word...

To enter a world where things are one way,
Was something that I only did at work,
Which is what makes me such a good worker,
But that leaves my real life lingering in the dark.

And it's alright,
I'm going to try to work on my convictions.
Not too much though, because I like how I live,
And would hate to lose my innocence.

Cottage Time

I must try to remember,
That remembering’s not the key.
What getting it right is really all about,
Is just forgetting me.

There’s always time, and you don’t want it to happen,
Before you’ve had enough time not to know,
What it’s like not really getting it,
Because that’s what makes it a really good show.

The other part is keeping at it forever,
And not losing yourself back at the place,
You were before because you don’t want to give up,
The irresponsibility that makes you safe.

And it’s alright,
If you want to stay there, I guess.
It can sometimes be more comfortable wanting,
Than actually getting comfortableness.

I’m not saying I’m sad,
Like the truly desolate.
But, with all of the options one has in this world,
I haven’t monopolized on them.

A life unknown is nothing, that is my statement.
And by unknown I mean by the multitudes.
Every movie shows that everyone touches someone,
But volume means meaning I assume.

This wish for fame is not uncommon, I know,
It’s probably more universal than money.
There must be something good in you, though,
To be lauded by your fellow human beings.

And it’s alright,
I guess there’s lots of time left in my life,
To continue having these thoughts of fame.
I’m sure with them my waking hours will be rife.

I must get my act together,
And rearrange my life,
To recognize that there are more hours in the day,
Than I’ve taken advantage of.

And what is it that I have to offer,
I’ll tell you that it’s potentially a lot,
If I can maybe keep my head focused,
And, er, something else I remember not.

Is there something sacrificed in the attention,
That must be given to something that is long?
Only if you abandon the original thought,
That was short but sweet, just like a song.

And it’s alright,
Not if I never actually get it done,
I proclaim right now if I never do it,
I’ve failed in what was my entire reason.

I'm at a loss for words,
Though my last line belies that,
And the one just after,
Is actually a proof of that fact.

I'm surrounded by noise of unnatural kinds,
And probably being effected by waves,
Of all kinds, the things one does for relaxation.
The thing that's killing you've been thinking will save.

Regardless of it all the people I've met,
Will have to reimerge from the self imposed hiding.
I know they've had things to do and have worked hard,
But it's time they've invited me to where they're residing.

And it's alright,
I don't mean to take over their place,
But they need some atmosphere, and I am it,
If they are looking for a fulfilling pace.

Her

She does not need escape,
Or a way to understand his ways,
Or anything else that he might give her,
Or anything that he might say.

She flies above the circles,
That serve to make up the world,
In which she is seen but in which she does not exist,
In any way that might have worth.

Don't try to think that you know who she is,
Or she will deny it right away,
Until you show her things from the other world,
Things that you can only say.

And it's alright,
I will take any part of her that I can,
And if that means that none of it's actually real,
I'll have her take me to that other land.

Relations

Relations are not necessary,
If you can make it on your own,
Without reliance on a single thing,
That you have not somehow grown.

If not, then research shows the necessity of love,
As the primer to the pumping heart.
To maintain any one relation's easier,
Than keeping your determination hard.

If genious does not exist if not acknowledged,
That's only because it can't exist alone,
Just like any quality esteemed or despised.
For anything to exist, it must be known.

And it's alright,
Though tears are being planted by my heart,
The relations creating this sad moment,
May also be the cause of a favoured start.

Humility

Maybe it is better,
That I am under a better of me,
Or maybe I should just go out on my own,
And discover my own superiority.

The embarrassement that infests my whole being,
May counteract any advantage I had,
Unless I go back to my shameless self,
To the days when luck was my better half.

This may be my opportunity to revert,
To a more knowledgable version of my youth.
How often have I said in my mature life,
"I wish what I know now, when I was younger, I knew"?

And it's alright,
I'll get my due eventually.
I've got it in my way along the way.
I guess I can't fight what it's been to be me.

Handy

I would not say that I have,
The type of hands I need,
To grasp the things that I truly want.
Or has my potential just not been freed?

You take a seed and plant it into the soil,
And you wonder of the miracle of life.
To be an observer of human behaviour,
Your hands must be strong and light.

But mine now are not feeling much more than tired,
And frustrated at not being able to make,
The life they want despite a sincere effort.
They were born into the world, maybe, too late.

And it's alright,
The world changes all of the time.
That's what they mean when someone get's their break.
All one needs is to recognize the signs.

No Turning Back

I won't say I'm unhappy,
About the anxiety I feel.
I guess it's impossible to really judge,
The opinions of other people.

It's in my nature to get depressed for no reason,
Though reasons are never in short supply,
Just like the oil in the ground causing so much heartache,
It's at a dear cost to buy.

And I don't wish for things to be any different,
It's just scary sometimes how far I've gone,
Down one particular path, passing all others,
But that's better than going down none.

And it's alright,
I won't say that the grass is always greener,
But it does always seem that you'd know everything,
In a situation other than the one in which you are.

Standing Tall

This is not the end yet,
Your voice can still be heard.
No one has the right to try to silence you,
Even if she's your employer.

Don't you get speechless, or in case you do,
Make sure to keep your mouth shut.
Saying 'yes' is not a way to escape.
It's just a way to shoot yourself in the foot.

Remember that just because someone has an idea,
It doesn't mean that idea is right.
Show me the person who can tell the difference,
And I'll show you someone who's not nice.

And it's alright,
You just have to stick to your guns,
Close your eyes and just pull that trigger,
Sometimes it is the only solution.

Hire Me

Why do you want to hire me?
Let me count the ways.
If I was a car I would be fully loaded.
Oops, not as in I like to drink Tanqueray.

The qualities I have are not tangible,
Or are represented in any type of degree.
My word is all that I truly have,
And I swear I'll be a great employee.

Give me a second and I'll get on my knees,
Nothing in this life makes me feel as I do,
About dedicating the greater part of my hours,
To this company and most importantly to you.

And it's alright,
If you decide that I'm not right for the work,
It reflects more on me more than it does on you.
But, thank you for this chance to argue for my worth.

Negotiations

There is surely something I have,
That is worth more to you,
Than anything that I have, but what will it take,
To get you to admit it, too?

This habit of low-balling, where is its root?
Why don't we just give up what we should?
This money invention has us valuing air,
And stifling potential that's universally good.

Imagine all the work we put into things,
Continuing, except we did them just to help each other.
Our souls would be so much more at peace,
And so much less would be done that hurts the world.

And it's alright,
Capitalism was a pretty good shot,
But, guys, let's give it up and try using gratitude instead.
True selflessness was never something to be bought.

Line of Flight

I'm ready to go full pressure,
Even if it means I undermine,
All the things my life has been based on so far,
And all the things that made it mine.

There are stages and on them we all play a part,
And sometimes breaking them's the thing to do,
So people stand up and take notice of,
The fact that you are just playing you.

And if it all falls apart it's due not to any,
Lack in the structure you were raised in,
But in the result of the battle you fought,
For your ultimate liberation.

And it's alright,
I know you just end up back where you started.
You can't fight constantly, you will need a rest,
And that's why home is where the heart is.

Ode to a Webcam

Have I gone too far in,
Thinking that you don't see me?
Your eye is fixed and blink you never do.
You're enough to make me go crazy.

You see everything in me that not even I can,
Things that it's impossible for others to see,
Things that have no effect on the world I know,
But that tell you a lot about me.

But what about self-reflection, don't you know,
That to know me, you have to know yourself?
I may be the one fucking up my life,
But, at least, I'm not just sitting on a shelf.

And it's alright,
To each his own, I guess.
You sit and wait for someone to use you,
And I use you when I need connectedness.

Living Obliviously

Oh thank you Universe,
Though, I don't mean to jinx it.
You've always taken care of me in magical ways.
I guess that's what life's about, isn't it?

Everyone's life is different, not all happy,
And I guess you give their's to them also.
But what is it that makes others truly happy?
It may be misfortune, for all I know.

I've thought of things and suddenly there they are,
And I'm not talking about a million bucks.
Those things I've needed or just happily desired.
More than with hard work, it's great getting things with luck.

And it's alright,
If you take it all away tomorrow.
I know that's always been part of the deal.
Though, I happily desire you don't go;)

Split Fate Revisited

Why should I be jealous?
Well, I'll let you know.
Sometimes the different life you were supposed to live,
Is not welcome as a reality show.

Life is long and many things can happen to you,
That you could never anticipate.
That gets me through the moments of indecision.
And besides, I am happy anyway.

I'm not quite fit for what I should do anyway.
Awkwardness would only dominate my life.
Of course, I might have come into my own myself,
It hasn't been that bad coming with my wife.

And it's alright,
I'm not really complaining, am I?
I guess I am, and it's actually bugging me.
Why in the world should I lie?

Strength in Surrender

Does strength really lie,
In letting things happen?
I guess the only way to figure that out,
Is through experimentation.

The figure that pulls it through must be a control,
And also of the inclination,
To want to understand every movement,
That Nature allows through its wisdom.

Maybe it's the meek that shall inherit the earth,
Because they make themselves one with the Universe.
I'm sure that It doesn't think much, itself.
And I wouldn't say that it had no nerve.

And it's alright,
If you want to call me a kiss-ass.
I know my intentions better than anyone,
And if you knew them, you wouldn't say that.

Pull Back the Elastic

I know that you're wondering,
"What more could be said?"
Twenty years, seven months and twenty-seven days,
I may as well be dead.

But be born again because the mind needs to shift,
And we aren't much more than we think.
Unless you take into account our bodies.
They do provide us with a brink.

I used to like it all, and then I got bitter,
And now I just berate with ink.
Soon I hope that I can lead a revolution,
After I perfect my ability to tink.

And it's alright,
If you don't know what I mean quite yet.
Soon everything will fall and the time will be right,
For us to invent a new way to repent.

Back On Track

I think that I'm ready,
Now that the fatigue's gone,
To stand up to the things that are threatening,
My pathway to fun.

In certain places there is nothing but pain,
While for a few the pain does not exist,
At least in any meaningful way,
Because numbness has suffused every Capatilist.

And what can I do? I don't think there is much,
Unless all ears open to what I say,
And let it trickle down into their hearts.
And, of course, I to must do the same.

And it's alright,
Whether it's my words or someone else's bombs,
The way we consume til the fat stops all movement,
Things cannot continue this way very long.

Navigating Reality

Can it be that I will,
Unwittingly play the ass,
Not by doing things foolishly,
But by betraying those who helped me last?

It's not enough to play the innocent,
In one world, while in the other you know,
That what you're doing here effects all else.
To this call you cannot say no.

Let the anger well up inside you,
Like you've thrown all your masks away.
Like your singing karaoke and you just don't care.
Throw away all shame and sieze the day.

And it's alright,
If people talk about you afterwards.
I bet their talk will be filled with admiration,
And only gentle words.

Opportunity Knocks

Sometimes you can't believe it,
When your dreams come true.
I'm not saying that mine have yet,
But, I'm being treated well by the universe.

The moment they said I had it,
I always remembered that phrase,
And when I figure out what they meant,
Well, maybe then I'll find my way.

Direction's difficult until there's a purpose,
That you can't avoid and for which there's just one answer.
I guess in that respect money might be good.
You make it doing what you do better.

And it's alright,
Though, I guess I'm stepping on some toes,
Maybe those feet weren't in the happiest place,
And they were reminded to follow their nose.

I'll Be Back

I know it's been too long,
But what am I going to do?
It's been too long to say that I am sorry,
And too soon to say I love you.

You're right behind me, I don't think that you know,
All the things that I am thinking.
Like that I think you think I'm deep down inside,
Unfeeling and coniving.

But what can I do but what I have been doing?
And that is being nothing but sincere.
No one knows quite what is going on,
But don't blame me for not having fear.

And it's alright,
Though I'm distracted right now,
I'll soon be on the schedule from before,
Explaining to you how.

The Perfect World

I don't really get it,
But I hope some day I will.
And by 'it' I mean a quadrillion dollars,
Please, in small unmarked bills.

That is the key to all happiness,
Am I sounding obsessed?
I bet if I went back I'd see that I am,
How much do you want to put on it?

But it's not for me, it's for the whole world,
Because if everyone had enough,
To provide for themselves there'd be no more war,
Because everyone really only wants to love.

And it's alright,
If there are people who are still evil,
We'll just put them in jail, it will be easy,
And then everything else will be swell.

Undying

I love you my love,
I love you through the good and the bad.
The sun shining won't blind me,
And the rain won't mask me from this fact.

The wheels of the cars blocking your path to mine,
Threatening anger and frustration,
Are just more things to add to the list,
Of things that exist outside our love's creation.

I swipe it all away from this moment on,
Nothing exists except the air between our eyes.
The anger, the distance, the lack of understanding.
Well, that is just all outside.

And it's alright,
If the other things penetrate again.
They're just jealous of the love that we share,
So, sometimes, we may as well let them in.

Congrats Carolina

We both drank some absinth,
The sound on the tv wasn't that great,
The bar stool wasn't that comfortable,
And to your friends I didn't relate.

I was feeling guilty that my wife was at home,
Six months pregnant and in three days,
I'd be leaving her for a whole three weeks,
And I felt guilty when the bar tab came.

We didn't even talk a whole lot,
And what we talked about didn't touch anything.
I got home late and really couldn't say,
That it was worth it having gone out to watch the game.

But it's alright,
It was the Stanley Cup after all,
And my hockey pool was down to the wire.
In the end it was, of course, the right call.

Need for Escape

I will never do that again,
I say for the thousandth time.
How is it I can understand anything,
But still have to step out of my own mind?

The love I feel for you I don't want to leave,
Though I often view it from another world.
I could lie like this with you for an eternity,
Our married bodies in matching curls.

And never leave, you may say that that sounds lazy,
And that the world wasn't made that way.
Without a good day's hard work how could I learn,
To love you for even one day?

But it's alright,
I think I could manage that.
What say you let me give it a try from now on,
And at the end of my life, I'll report back.

Beer Conversation

I don't really have the time,
To explain it to you.
But if you think you have a handle on it,
And can explain it, please do.

It has something to do with how animals talk,
And how they don't talk like humans,
Though, any outward experiment will show,
That we have no way of looking in.

It's really a line of flight out of this world,
That tweaks our minds to look for new ways,
To do the same old thing, though seemingly better,
Yet, we always look back to the good ol' days.

And it's alright,
I'll still treat you like an animal,
'Cause for all the power I have to look inside you,
You're made of springs and cogs for all I know.

Lengthening the Leash

I'm debt-free and it's a Saturday,
What left is there to do?
I better spend money that I don't have,
To feel more akin to you.

The banks hate me and the credit card companies,
Are mad because I'm amassing points,
Without the counteracting force of interest,
So usury it should be brought to the courts.

My love, we are outcast we are between two classes,
One has less than zero, and one has too much,
But we can't properly be said to be in the middle,
Because of poverty, we are still on the cusp.

But it's alright,
As long as we have each other,
Isn't that right, love will conquer all?
Except the have-to-manage-money tether.

Working It Out

I have a pain in my neck,
That's what I get for trying to improve myself.
That's the last time I listen to my inmate friend.
If he was smart, would he be in jail?

Besides, what's good for the goose? Let's take a gander,
If I haven't already ruined,
Any chance I had to feel like a big man.
I can take a rest soon.

The point of light I am, shining with my being,
Bright enough in the centre, to at least be seen,
Amongst every other point of light, and by that I mean human,
Is a little tired of where it's been.

Oh, it's alright,
No matter where you are, it's a zillion to one,
That you could have ended up anywhere else,
So you may as well make it fun.

Gruesome Beatings

It does not take much,
Or even take very long,
To go from a state of pure hopefulness,
To a state where all hope is gone.

Not to beat a dead horse,
But maybe something that sick's required,
To point out that money's usually involved,
With that type of swing, and it gets tired.

Where is the next great mind to open all of ours,
And show us that a much better use can be made,
Of the potential power of the collective we call society,
Before our hope in it fades?

Is it alright,
When one's survival is always in question?
'Cause that's the case with the majority of humans.
This is not what was hoped for, for our nation.

Options for Some

Can the world offer all things?
I feel like there are limitations,
For example, I can't fly like a bird,
Oh wait, we did come up with that invention.

Of course the sea is off limits- wait that's a lie,
Nemo was there in Verne's head before I was born,
I won't even go into outer space,
My point's made without saying more.

Our minds are stretched by philosophy every age,
And the questions it leaves spurs us to make,
The things in the last age that were impossible,
Until invention's mothered for necessity's sake.

And it's alright,
Don't be scared, money's a limitation after all,
Though, maybe not for the human race as a whole.
Of course, within it it keeps most to a crawl.

No More Hippies

I can't say I've been exploring,
The hippie in me,
I've just been doing things a little bit different,
Now I'm a curiosity.

Will this new decade of the millenium,
Be, in the future, marked by uniformity?
The trends today are absolute prescriptions,
To be considered part of society.

I'm not being over the top for attention,
Maybe it's good to remind people of the possibilities,
Like that we dedicate most of our our lives,
To tasks we would only do for money.

And it's alright,
We do what we have to, now don't we?
There's strength in numbers and now we don't have to fight,
Lions, because we created uzis.

Benefiting from Community

I'm not going to feel bad,
Because the Joneses have more than me.
Maybe my time will come, but from what it will come,
I can't possibly see.

Except in a fantastical way,
Like if I won the lottery,
Or if I was rewarded for what I genuinely like to do,
But that's not the way of society.

We have left Nature not to have to worry,
About fighting Natural elements,
Instead we use up what free time we would have had,
Fighting the barriers of government.

And it's alright,
What I will do is work most of my life,
Figuring how to get around working,
And benefit from human's being unified.

No Winning

I'm not trying to do things,
To make you feel upset.
I'm only pleasing people from pure enjoyment,
And that is what I do best.

The moodiness you show is confusing to me,
Are you just moody or have I done something?
Like steal your thunder, I'm just trying to be nice,
It's just part of my personality.

You just can't win, there's too many people out there,
With too many histories that conflict,
And no matter what you do you can't please everyone,
There's always someone out there that thinks you're a dick.

But it's alright,
Those people don't really count anyway,
'Cause chances are they are a dick themselves,
At least in relation to how you behave.

To Be Rich and Poor

Though the future's uncertain,
I am certainly here,
And no matter how far death is to me,
Ultimately, it's quite near.

But urgency's the last thing that I am feeling,
More like an ennui about what I will become.
The world we live in is so goddam random,
From Mother Nature to the Nation.

Was society rigged with this insecurity,
Or is it an extension of our natures?
I'll tell you one thing if I can't keep my job,
I'm not good for much else, that is for sure.

But it's alright,
Society's been relatively good to me so far,
I'm close to poor with little free time,
But that's still better than most of the world.

Murder Brings Hope

I'm watching Bush talk,
It's about- what's that?- the war.
Someone's been killed that brings the end nearer,
Just like it was nearer before.

He's looking very serious,
And says that he's going to get an assessment from his team,
To tell him how things are going there.
He hasn't got one recently.

He's asking for more patience,
As the murder offers hope,
And hopes that God blesses the Iraqis,
He realizes it's not the same God, no?

And it's alright,
I'm sure he knows what he's doing,
He's been doing what he's doing for a while,
And that's good enough for me.

One

I want to lose myself,
Like I am asleep,
And have the universe come crashing around me,
Until I'm no longer me.

Then will the love I've felt have reached the heights,
That I could never attain as just one,
And that has debased the love I have as a subject,
With no capacity for unison.

The power's there if it is there for anyone,
I probably have less of a hold on the world,
Than if I truly felt that I was where I was supposed to be,
My fate was long ago thrown into a whirl.

And it's alright,
My focus is quickly changing direction.
It's amazing what the creation of another one,
Will do for your stalward solipsism.

Unavoidable Depression

How can one day be high,
And the next one be so low?
I swear sometimes life seems it will be so long,
I want to just sit down and go.

My split fate line haunts me, what happens when you,
Defy the laws that gave you your creation?
I once thought of a man who did just that,
And somehow imagined for him elation.

Everyone one sees lives in fits of depression,
So I guess the purpose of that,
Is to avoid becoming completely complacent,
And not satisfied with where you're at.

And it's alright,
I'm not going to let this sadness spur me on.
I'd rather do things of my own volition,
And not admit that my decisions are wrong.

Attaining Comfort

The things you want are coming,
The universe is just making sure,
The visions in your head are understood enough,
To actually exist in nature.

Just like the pixels of your computer screen,
Though any image is at all possible,
No point can be left to its own imagination,
Or the whole plan will be foiled.

Oh god, I've given up just when you were ready,
To make me the happiest person on earth.
And there's no starting from where I had left off,
There's too many other people that have earned their worth.

And it's alright,
My talk about giving up was only a ruse,
I was only testing you and you passed.
Congratulations, now please give me my due.

Opening Eyes

Suddenly I imagined all eyes,
Open to what is around,
Pressing down on what we most dearly desire,
But not making itself found.

With total freedom what would you do?
I wonder if your actions would follow,
Anything that resembles what we now call good,
And if what we call good is what we should know.

But maybe there's a switch that can be turned on,
That will shed light for everyone about what,
We now call government, and sometimes conspiracy.
I want to know about that a lot.

And it's alright,
You don't need someone in the know to flick the switch,
Just someone free enough to touch the right chord,
And oblivious enough not to know which.

Revolutionary Urges

I'm becoming revolutionary,
For about the thousandth time.
Maybe this time I'll do something about it,
But I'm sure everything will be fine.

Will we destroy the world, or will it destroy us first,
Or will we just move to the moon?
And by "we" I mean the people with all the money.
They figured that out years ago or very soon.

But people will survive here and we are resourceful,
Though the fallout won't make us pretty.
We'll have the knowledge, but also bitterness.
Oh, who knows, maybe we will have learned humanity.

And it's alright,
Brad and Angelina are doing what they can.
Of course they have tons of money themselves,
And they aren't starting a revolution.

A Letter to the Universe

I've been trying visualization,
But it's really only been half-assed,
Oh shit, I hope that hasn't ruined what I've done so far,
Please, Universe, give me all I ask.

And it's not much, at least in so far as what,
You have to do ultimately yourself.
Just tweak a mind to do what it is I want,
I will do everything else.

I'll also imagine that it's already happened,
And let those thoughts fly softly into the air,
And hope in my heart that it not only loves me and returns,
But that it picks up some money while it is out there.

And it's alright,
Don't worry if you can't produce in the end,
I'll keep on chugging, but to be frankly honest,
I would have thought that we were better friends.

Unfair Treatment

Okay, maybe I'm not over it,
And it might be unhealthy to dredge it up,
Or this might be the final expulsion of feelings,
And I can finally wring my mop.

Ultimately, it's none of my concern,
I'll always have to respond to how you act,
And just because you act ignorantly,
It doesn't mean it needs to gore my yak.

I'll do my thing the best I can and if that,
Helps us both complete the task we're given-
Oh shit, you're probably going to take the credit.
Why do I have to work for a living?

Oh it's alright,
Like everybody else that I've met,
I don't expect to be living to work.
We'll all find freedom through the internet.

Blinding Fear of the Future

The fear's suddenly growing,
How will we survive as we are?
With another person on the way,
With one of us not working, it will be hard.

The urge to run away and pretend it's not happening,
I guess is as common as the thought of suicide,
There are people known to have done either of these,
But, unfortunately I'm not that kind.

Where is the miracle in response to my actions?
I have had faith and constant production.
I may not have the common style that makes money.
I kind of hoped I was a new generation.

And it's alright,
Maybe my windfall will come one of these days,
At least that's all I have to count on in my mind,
Because making my own success is not how I was raised.

Like a Baby

One way or another,
I'm gonna getcha.
The hours spent, I'm sure are only a drop,
But it's worth it for what I am after.

Like superhuman, but not with any powers,
With which I could save the universe,
Though some say that you can effect those around you,
I think I'll try to effect myself first.

Of course, maybe that's the key to my own failure,
Though to be honest I'm not sure that I will,
Even know when I've won, the journey's so lonely,
I may have won and don't even know it still.

And it's alright,
I guess the point is not that I know myself,
It's that those around me cower at my power,
And I, again, attain superhuman health.

Consience Feeder

I wouldn't say the guilt is killing me,
Because I think to have fatal guilt,
You need to know exactly what you've strayed from,
And I've never been of that ilk.

Of course that's not to say that something inside me,
Doesn't know exactly what I should do,
And that it's not a matter of listening to myself.
But, if you were me, would you?

It may just be a matter of acknowledging,
The things you do that make you feel ass,
And finding the common denominator,
And then knowledgeably doing that.

And it's alright,
My morning ritual's finally cleaned up my head,
Now, only if it could do the same with my conscience,
I could consider mine a life well-led.

What to do.

I am losing my way,
Because one never did seem clear.
It was always just a general idea,
That everyday I'm more near.

And maybe this feeling of waywardness,
Is just a sign that I'm on the right track.
It's the turmoil before things settle down,
To reveal a less imposing lack.

I'm not worried because life is long,
I'm worried because there's less of it every day,
And I've had plans since I was old enough to plan,
The plans have just always been kind of vague.

And it's alright,
I just have to keep the faith.
I've always felt that my best move is to go with the flow,
So, I will just keep on continuing that way.

How to Make Money

Why are you so afraid,
To spend money you don't have?
It's like it doesn't really exist,
The way if flies throught the air, over your head, so fast.

It's the greatest myth to grace our fair earth.
It bulges invisibly through the emperor's clothes.
You better believe that I'm going to try to snatch some,
Before the myth is busted and away it goes.

It's not like it was before when there was a gold standard,
And there couldn't be more than a certain commodity.
Enron has showed us that it's all about attitude,
And I'm ready to bust out like Liberace.

And it's alright,
I know it's not there to be picked up by just anyone.
But you can't win the lottery unless you buy a ticket,
And, frankly, it's making me sick that I haven't bought one.

My Wife

Never was a person,
So beautiful.
The moments that combine to make up her existence,
Are the most lucky in the world.

Rocket ships sadden because they are leaving,
Her kindness thousands of miles away.
Her laughter tickles flowers as she walks by,
And reach a little higher that day.

Surprises fall from her like rain in the Spring,
Refreshing all that find themselves under her love.
If I could just get one drop to fall on my tongue-
Well, I'd never have another euphoria above.

And it's alright,
You better bet your bottom dollar it is.
For this woman's committed her life to mine,
For the remainder of our existences.

Number One Hundred

I am at a century,
What is left to say?
Except that when I go out in the world,
I inevitably curse that day.

My choices seem to be the worst ones there are,
Okay, I'm over-exaggerating.
Besides, I feel that if I say that out loud,
It might become a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Not today, don't think it's going to change,
It always takes some time.
So start early so that one day you will find,
One hundred years have passed and you're doing fine.

And it's alright,
Maybe another hundred will pass,
And even if you haven't gone very much further,
At least you're not too unhappy where you're at.

Control

Why should you think that I,
Should go along with what you want,
When what you want's exactly what I don't,
And it was supposed to be mine from the start?

Are people stupid, selfish or need control?
I think they all amount to the same thing.
What was it that Hume said in all of his wisdom?
The outward result's, not the intention's, everything.

Now of course not will anything be said,
But poison will be made of what is thought,
And fester in my heart and destroy my liver,
Unless this fight is never fought.

And it's alright,
I can always curl back into my ball.
I reached out my hand, it was chopped off and consumed.
I've made it this far alone, after all.

Investment

Investing in oil,
Is pretty bad, I know.
Wait a second is it really that bad?
I just assumed so.

Let's see, it seems to be the impetus for war,
And when it's used it creates polution.
It helps fuel this unequal Capitalist system,
And its price has no regulations.

But money's power and one needs to wield it,
If he ever hopes to make things fair.
And no one's becoming millionaires with eco funds,
Unless by "eco" one means "I don't really care".

And it's alright,
You can't buy anything that doesn't support money.
So buy the things with the biggest returns,
And you will be finally free.

True Opportunity

Is it really possible,
That a choice in one's life,
Can really make the difference between struggling,
And being taken care of day and night?

And at the moment of that decision does one,
Fail or succeed in taking a challenge,
Or can it be that that moment is no different
Than any other, as far as you can sense?

And then, so, what's the use of doing anything?
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
Such chances in life, whether obvious or dim,
Probably only happen to someone else.

Is it alright,
That I am thinking so negatively?
Doesn't everyone make their own luck?
Won't someone somewhere please tell me?

Fate Split

Is it unique to have,
Your fate line split in two?
Someone I met seemed to think so,
And didn't know what to do.

Fate is so rigid and interconnected with others,
I feel like the break was perhaps selfish,
Assuming one's fate is better for one than anything else.
Though I'm surprised you can fight it.

Or maybe my fate is to create a world,
At a moment when it's unclear which should come.
I hope I'm not the cause of world disorder,
Or of www.hotornot.com.

And it's alright,
You don't have to be rated if you don't want to.
Of course it's the responsibility of every democracy-lover,
To logon to that- and American Idol, too.

Mistakes

If I make a mistake,
And brilliantly fix it,
Am I deserving of a pat on the back,
Or is any response needed?

I guess one moment is related to another,
And so cause and effect might cancel each other out.
But each moment is also a unique event.
"What have you done for me lately?" might win out.

But why not dwell on the original fault,
And say, "you're lucky you fixed up that fuck up"?
After all, time was wasted in the reversal of the mistake.
Is that too much of "I see an half-empty cup"?

Oh, it's alright,
I guess there's no need to waste time wondering what's the best.
It's about what the Judger thinks about the Errorer,
And if the Judger passes the asshole test.

Fatigue

I'm too tired to say anything.
I've travelled too many miles today.
I must go to bed before daylight returns.
What else can I say?

Even with chaos all around my body,
My body doesn't even acknowledge.
My mind is straining to know what to find important.
It gets distracted by the thought of my bed.

So is it my body that will ultimately betray,
My desire to excel in the end?
In the end, is it not also unlimited energy,
That helps define those that the world commends?

Still, it's alright,
What is admired changes, with each generation,
With what is considered important for society.
I hope, soon, people start to admire indecision.

The Rain

Is it really so strange,
That the rain should keep me in?
Change my lifestyle so that I'm not doing-
Actually, there's nothing I'm missing.

The seasons offer opportunities to,
Reflect on Nature, yes, but also on what,
Combines to make up the person that you are,
And whether you are a lot.

But the rain, it is different from all the calm weathers,
Because to enjoy it, in it you must thrust yourself,
And give up all activities that demand you be dry.
You own the street while everyone's in his house.

And it's alright,
Even if everyone stares from their window.
Haven't you ever stood out from among the crowd?
Doing what everyone knows is fun but where no one dares go.

Foot in Mouth

Can I really be that wrong,
If my intentions were good?
I guess I wouldn't have to ask this question,
If, in the first place, I knew all that I should.

Of course there's always the translation,
That allows for not speaking from the correct place.
I understand the beauty of a bee,
Even when it stings me in the face.

And let's not even mention that the bee will die,
I'd be taking the analogy much too far.
I'd have to mention my allergy, too,
And how I cut down its hive and put it in a jar.

Hey, it's alright,
I wouldn't do something like that, now would I?
Even though I regret most of what I say,
I really am quite a decent guy.

Grammar

I have just been called racist,
For not wanting to correct someone's grammar,
Because his first language is not English,
And so I'm being a condescending humourer.

But if I don't speak his first language ,
Am I not assuming to translate,
Ideas formulated differently than my English brain would have?
What if I made a mistake?

I once wrote in Italian, though I hardly knew it,
And I felt it was a beautiful thing.
I know it probably was syntaxally horrendous,
But at least I knew what I was saying.

But it's alright,
Maybe I am racist after all.
After all, I write like English is not my first language,
And make it all ungrammatical.

The Odds

I used to think that every roll of the dice,
Was a singular event.
Fifty thousand sixes in a row?
That's just how the dice went.

But now I see that circumstances connect,
And though things could turn out any of an infinite ways,
The fact that they turn out any way at all,
Well, there's something magical in that, don't you say?

And then there's the roll of the dice of my life.
This revelation wasn't a random thing.
I shaved the sides until I got what I wanted,
Now I am living more comfortably.

And it's alright,
I'm not turning my back on my own instincts.
There's what I know and what I need to know to survive.
And may the two never relate.

Everlasting Worlds

Try to wrap my head around it,
And it focuses on the mundane.
Not that the concept's necessarily too big.
But, where to begin.

There are the moments that can be taken out of time,
And made the eternity they really are,
And there are the other infinite universes,
And then there's the interstellar.

And as a whole one cannot ignore the mind,
One of many that encompasses them,
Existing everlastingly themselves,
Thinking about work and the children.

And it's alright,
The brain just needs a little stretching.
Though what you hope to attain by getting it around it,
Really should be the thing.

Fame

I will not get depressed,
About the success of my friends.
You're judged by the company that you keep,
And they rub off on you in the end.

It's a phenomenon how people with clout,
Somehow crossed paths when they were still no one.
Okay, mom, I know that just because you have fame,
You're not a better type of person.

But that's what I want. Doesn't everyone?
Because with fame usually comes money.
It just seems like the easiest route to take,
Not to say that I am lazy.

You see, it's alright,
I've worked hard and I'll work hard again.
I just want to work hard at things I like,
And to leave the other things to other persons.

Perspective

All of a sudden I was,
Sad about the life I lived.
Was it because it was really that bad,
Or was I caught in past logic?

The light I shone upon the snapshot of my life,
Created a beautifully tragic scene.
A twist of mind easily changed how I looked.
But which light was the light of honesty?

Where does the lie lie during self-reflection?
What point serves as the measurement of what's real?
How much knowledge must I have to understand,
If I am good or am supporting evil?

Oh, it's alright,
I won't be changing my lifestyle anytime soon,
Unless a leader shows me how by just living silently,
I'm helping kill the innocent round the world.

Change

How can you be successful,
When to be succesful you must,
Be in support of a system,
That is based on being unjust?

Even if within that, one tries to create,
Something good, you cannot deny the fact,
That it exists in and therefore supports evil.
You're always already in the trap.

To lead a revolution might be the key,
But to what land is inconceivable,
And you'll be taking with you all the same people,
Who know nothing else but this unjust world.

And it's alright,
Maybe this world's not that bad.
At least we struggle with what's right and what's wrong,
Frankly, it's the best world I've ever had.

The Dialectic

I'm not going to comment,
On what inspired words.
The point is that whatever it is,
It's not what they are pointing towards.

Oh wait, I don't want to look like I am simple,
For it's not enough to look just at the One.
What about the moves that make the world come to life?
What's understanding without Relations?

I'm at a loss for forms and those things that connect them,
I should step back and look at what I've done.
Well, there it is, the relation between them both,
But by stepping back they're no longer one.

And it's alright,
I can always step back again,
Until I'm far enough from the problem, as such,
And show that the point's that it will never end.

Isolation

It's time to slow things down now,
Even my dreams are making me stressed.
They put me in a world that, though it sounds intriguing,
Is completely different.

The air is stale, I guess, but promises to freshen,
I guess, so why do I want to cry?
The world makes me feel like I have no marketable skills.
What I have to show, shows that that's not a lie.

Feeling alone is shared by many people.
It's like our greatest right in society,
Is to isolate ourselves within its bubble,
When all we want is unselfish community.

And it's alright,
Screw you all, I guess.
I know there's no one listening anyway.
If there were, I'm sure you couldn't care less.

Enemies

Why can't you mind your own business?
Is it because you think you have the right?
Or is it because you're completely oblivious?
Do you imagine you're at some height?

Wars are started for any of these reasons,
Depending on the other side.
Do I stand up and show you where you're wrong,
Or curl up in a little ball and die?

It's getting to the point where something must happen,
Unless you take a cue from my face,
And settle down with your intrusions,
And understand your place.

And it's alright,
Either way I will win in the end.
I have the patience of someone who's willing,
To end up with no friends.

Humanity's Improvement

This is not an exercise,
For what I might do one day.
Though that is how it's expressed in my mind,
It can't be expressed any other way.

Sometimes what's thought of as the first step in a process,
Turns out to be the process itself.
Who am I kidding? The first step's the end of the journey.
It's never anything else.

We think back to those that existed before us,
And paved the way to our generation.
We think back and wonder how they survived at all,
Without weapons of mass destruction.

But it's alright,
Even though they lacked our capacity,
For disengagement from the situation they were in,
They did as well as us with their techonology.

The Life of a Sailor

I'm not pretending to be,
In the league of a Johnny Depp.
In fact if I was left alone on a sail boat,
I'd keel it over, I bet.

I have had dreams though, where a song of the sea,
Like no other, resounded among everyone.
It acknowledged the laws that rule over it,
And the importance of communion.

There is a route that can be taken that will,
Result in the fastest way there can be.
Though that relies on unknowable knowledge of the wind,
And with your crew, complete synchronicity.

But it's alright,
What a glorious existence that would be,
Dancing in step with the very laws of nature,
Whether you're sailing or living in society.

Rush

How can you be expected,
To just sit there while there are,
Fifty people wondering what you're doing,
While you're driving in your car?

And now you're in the store picking up your groceries,
And everyone is looking at you,
At what you're buying and at what you're not,
And at what you'll never be, too.

Life is a stage and we must each play a part,
Whether you think anyone's watching or not.
Chances are everyone's so caught up in their own role,
That not one ticket for your show's been bought.

And it's alright,
Though, that no one's watching erases anxiety,
I know it brings up the meaning of life.
I guess we all just have to wait and see.

Might

I wish I was like Spiderman.
I know, he doesn't exist.
Okay, I know it's not impossible.
Either way, that is my wish.

I could do things so fast, it wouldn't matter,
If it was time to go to work or to bed.
If something had to get done, it would be done yesterday.
I'd almost have too much time left.

Then I would have a whole different problem.
What would I do with my time?
I'd probably drink and watch lot's of TV,
Then ol' Spidey'd be like any old guy.

And it's alright,
I probably could have been a Spidey in my own right.
I probably just have the type of personality,
That, with lethargy, destroys anything of might.

Creation

I felt the genious again.
I think I was meant to think with my hands.
And by think I mean keep trying all the doors,
Until one leads to promised lands.

Can we make this a metaphor about how to live?
I guess we can if we all agree,
That the greatest joy in life is making new things.
But mabye that's only me.

Imagine standing on the shore of a great sea,
With the sand playing between your toes.
You can stay so serene forever or plunge into the ocean.
Which way do you go?

And it's alright,
You don't have to make a decision right now.
I only make them when I'm not really thinking,
And have yet to drown, somehow.

Thank You

Just because I do something,
For you doesn't mean I expect,
Some type of thank you because I don't need,
Some type of respect.

Of course there's nothing I could do that is something,
That someone else couldn't have done himself.
Of course I am the one that did it in the end,
While someone else told you to go fuck yourself.

In the end it doesn't matter to me,
I do things like that just because I can,
As I'm sure you do whatever it is that you do.
What is it you can do again?

But it's alright,
I sound bitter, I'm aware.
It's just that next time, if it's between two people,
I'm sure I'll help the other guy over there.

War

I'm not sure what to say now.
One must be peaceful until pushed.
And what is pushed is up for debate.
I don't want to bring in Bush.

Has it always been something beyond human,
That leads us into such large fights?
An Ideology creates situations,
That makes logic defer to might.

Don't get me wrong I would be the first to kill,
If my way of life was threatened.
If I just let evil strike me down unanswered,
Religion would not be impressed.

But it's alright,
Actually, I don't think it is.
Surely if we put war's energy into promoting life,
We'd have a universe of pleasantness.

Human Nature

My mind has been cleared now,
There is nothing left to say.
What good is spilling everything that you know,
If it leaves you empty one day?

That's why there are deep secrets in everybody,
Though, some of them should never be told,
Unless keeping them locked deep inside,
Outputs a human mostly defined as cold.

The best result is someone who'd not hurt a fly,
Although she does through affiliation with the world.
Maybe an activist with the knowledge of which battle to fight,
Would lead us to doing what we should.

And it's alright,
Most people are good inside, aren't they?
Things can't be as bad in the world as some people say,
That's what the bad people want us to think anyway.