I'm Getting Wet

How quickly things can change,
Like the rain on a sunny day,
Like the emotions in a small space,
Nobody wants to live this way.

But that is life, just look at anything,
How long do you think it will stay like that?
Part of being healthy is going with the flow,
And not getting caught up in facts.

And escaping for moments at a time,
And releasing the spigot in your mind.
But don't let it flow out in the wrong company,
Unless you really want to change your life.

And it's alright,
If you have to step out in the rain sometimes,
You may get wet, but you'll be brought back to nature,
And be reminded of your love of sunshine.

Another Work Week

My head is all cloudy,
My body is tired,
The world is calling me to start another week of work,
To both remain and maintain buyers.

And sitting beside me is this cat,
Who, last I checked, eats, sleeps and... well that's it.
I think the Man is laughing at me right now.
I bet he never hoped it'd get to this shit.

Of course, this is only a momentary lapse,
'Cause, once I get going everything will seem great,
Partly because I hope that in the end,
I will have enough cash to recuperate.

And it's alright,
It's the precious moments that make it good.
Like when my son smiles when I finally get home,
With enough time to play with him and down some food.

Happy Mother's Day

There is nothing more pure,
Than what you have done for me,
By creating, teaching and protecting,
And then setting me free.

Of all the connections I have to all others,
The one I have with you is a reminder,
That unselfishness and love actually exist.
And what makes me look for it in others.

I would do anything for you, just as you did for me.
If I had to, I would give up everything,
Just like you did to make sure that I grew up,
With confidence, in health and with opportunities.

And you're alright,
Even if I might make you mad sometimes,
Ultimately, mum, I'm your greatest champion,
And you will always be mine.

Don't Take the Time to Read This

There is no time at all,
Which is nothing new or bad.
Each moment is filled with the joy of just living,
And each one could be your last.

A wasted moment doesn't exist at all.
Waste only exists within its existence,
And if you don't take the time to acknowledge that,
Well, 'waste' might be relevant.

But, within reality, each moment is precious,
Not just because it ensures your continuance,
But because it's the only proof you have of the world,
In which you live.

And it's alright,
If you forget that sometimes,
That forgetfulness is important too for the realization,
Of the preciousness of the rest of the time.

Life Offers No Certainty

On one side there's so much,
I wish I could have done,
While just ahead of me, if I had done them,
I wouldn't get to do what's to come.

And in a moment everything can change,
Though the person dealing with it won't.
Oops, I think something just happened and I'll never know,
If what I thought I do do, now I don't.

Forget the past, it gives you no clue,
And the future will never be known.
Right now is something so unconceivable.
Is this making you feel alone?

Oh, it's alright,
These are not new thoughts,
But often forgotten amongst our dreams,
Though they should actually be thought of a lot.

The Secret to Life

I am feeling sick now,
And, in fact, a little tired,
But like anything else in this life,
It's only a temporary chink in my armor,

For unless time is taken to adjust,
And tighten every cinch that has loosened,
Eventually exposure will occur,
For no reason other than not being diligent.

I guess the lesson is to add that stitch in time,
Not that a lesson always need be had.
Maybe inertia will eliminate the need for adjustment,
Until your joints ossify. I guess that's not bad.

And it's alright,
I'll tell you life's secret,
As long as there is room in the next line,
And I don't waste it.

My Millions

I have never felt better,
Though, those are high-falutin' words.
The air is fresh and I want for nothing,
Except, of course, a billionaire's coffers.

I am healthy and so is my family,
And we lack for nothing.
We relax together under the evening sky.
If only our bank account was teeming.

We smile and joke and enjoy tootling around,
We count ourselves lucky for finding each other.
We spend our days separately, but enjoyably,
Just give us a fortune for rainy weather.

And it's alright,
That half our time we think of money.
That's what this world is ultimately about,
And what helps us appreciate other things.

Sculpturing Your World

Life gets so much better,
With the adjustment of the mind,
Just as in one moment actions can be interpreted,
As both selfish and kind.

But the mind can't feed you or protect you from rain,
Though, yes, the insane can accomplish amazing things.
I guess my point is at some point reality,
Is either abandoned or begins infiltrating.

So the trick is to make reality shape,
Itself to what you have in your mind.
So is it luck or incredible strength
To make this happen, that one must find?

It's alright,
Yes, only time will tell,
But, it is time that you can interpret as you like,
Until you figure out how to manufacture the celestial.

I'm Not Sad

Usually the sadder I sound,
The happier I tend to be,
For, what better vantage point of something,
Than from a little ways away?

But now I'm lying for that's not always true,
And my words are real reflections of my thoughts
And feelings at the time that they come out,
But they're usually gone as quickly as they're sought.

And, again, I'm not sure if this is all truth.
Sometimes, I am sad as can be.
Though that is rarely because of circumstances,
And, to be honest, it's when I feel truly free.

And it's alright,
I really am a happy guy.
Even in joy I tend to sound all depressed.
It's just how I express my life.

With You

I hope your anxiety,
Is found out soon,
And that it is more a state of mind,
Than a state of a world ruined.

I will be with you from beginning to end,
Unless my presence makes things even worse,
In which case we will go our separate ways,
Though, then, my own state I surely will curse.

But, if not, then we will face it together,
And go across the ocean if we have to,
To clear your mind of all that has cause the unrest.
I would cross fire for you.

And it's alright,
If it takes a lifetime to figure out,
Though that would suck, we'll have a lifetime of hope,
And that is better than a lifetime of doubt.

Life's Causes

I could not be much sadder,
While having so much.
Could it be that the more you have,
Life also gets more tough?

Now I could not be much happier,
For what more could I want?
Do the circumstances run the emotions,
Or are the reasons for feelings simply sought?

I'm all alone now in my lonely thoughts,
And I wish I had it all back,
For it's when your perspective is changed,
That you can see things as fact.

And it's alright,
I am distracted through all this,
My son has just discovered how to sit and play,
And that's something I can't miss.

Being Realistic

When do you know you are,
Where you ought to be?
Well, when you acknoweldge where it is you are.
And you're standing beside me.

Nothing in this world assures you things are right,
And there are always things testing your faith,
But turn to me and I will swear to the world,
That we have it made.

And look at anyone near or far,
And you will see someone who's not sure either,
Because, anyone who knows all there is to know,
Is missing out on life's greatest feature.

And it's alright,
If you get depressed now and then,
I would be worried if you didn't,
That you weren't into contemplation.

Away From Home

Once you go down one road,
That puts your heart at ease,
And you traverse the bush to the one beside you,
It makes you weak at the knees.

The loneliness sheds light on all of the things,
That you could not see when you were where you were,
And suddenly you miss everything,
That you lived for.

And if there was no way back, could you ever find,
That type of fulfillment in the place you crossed to?
Only if you filter your eyes differently,
And invented another you.

And it's alright,
Thank god you can always go back,
Unless you don't pay attention to where you came from.
I guess, then, you never really knew where you were at.

The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement

I don't know why I get so angry,
At the people who think that,
To save this world we should just stop procreating.
I mean, it just makes more room for my brats.

Maybe it's because it's running away from the problem,
Because, really, it only exists,
Yes, because we are on the planet,
But, we're also the only ones who give a shit.

The earth will do fine whether we're here or not,
Whether we stop birthing or we blow it up,
And there are plenty other planets around,
Coming, gone and living it up.

And no, it's not alright,
That you can adopt if you want a kid,
That just creates a demand for unwanted babies,
And doesn't affect the number of people created.

Sunshyne

Is it really possible,
To give a ride to a hooker by accident?
I can tell you that it certainly is,
As to me that just happened.

Okay, so it was 2:30 in the morning,
And she seemed to know that bum pretty well,
But, then again, she had on jeans and a sweatshirt,
So, I don't know to whom she was trying to sell.

But it became obvious two minutes in,
When she described herself as a working girl,
And bad-mouthed whores who gave it up for five bucks,
And wanted to know if I wanted to go for a whirl.

And it's alright,
That cop did not try to follow us,
And she did give me a flower, after all.
Like she said, "Every moment is momentous".

Brain Plasticity

If the brain can change its map,
So that one spot can take another's place,
So that, through exercise, it can recoup a function,
Could that be the case,

With other parts of the body like the foot?
Well, of course it can, we've all seen them write.
And if a leg is not replaced by a stick,
A person's not anchored to the site.

So is this the case with the world as a whole?
This substitutive quality.
Like, will the earth replace the function of its lost resources,
Well, of course, but with the destruction of humanity.

And it's alright,
That doesn't mean you.
The earth will destroy everybody else,
Because you are one of the lucky few.

Getting it Done

My dreams are haunting me,
Just like I thought they would,
Because there are things that I have to get done,
And no plan has absolute certitude.

So details swim through my mind awake and asleep.
Is this a good thing, or is it dangerous,
To my health? I guess not if I am honest,
And remember that it's not that momentous,

To me, but it is important for others,
And I must remember their perspective,
But not have it interfere with my ability,
To get the job done and not be sensitive.

Oh it's alright,
Things always get done in the end.
But will it take a day or a thousand years?
It's on your attitude that it all depends.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Is happiness the same thing,
For everyone, ultimately,
Whether building tables or thinking hard,
Is it the same feeling?

And is it just a matter of finding,
That thing that is most suited to you,
Not as that at which you would be the best,
But what would be the best for you?

And does society allow you to pursue,
What would be best for you?
Sure, and if it happens to make you money,
Well, then it will respect you, too.

And it's alright,
Sometimes you can't always follow your dreams,
But if you make yourself a different person,
You can change them to fit things.

Love You Forever

Once again I'm tempted,
To live only in your life,
And to talk of nothing but our love,
And how your company is a vice,

How sometimes I can't wait,
To be home just so we can talk.
I know I don't mention this enough,
But it's this reality that I love

That lets my mind wander,
Into realms that will never be,
Because I don't want them to.
Unless they include both you and me.

And it's alright,
If you push me out of the bed,
As long as the floor I hit's still in our room,
I am content.

Victory

What does it mean to win?
Does someone have to lose?
I swear the taste of victory's never touched,
These lips near as often as booze.

And what of it? Better to dull the pain,
Than to live through in anticipation,
Of living to fight another day,
In some vague, future competition.

'But everyday's a challenge', you might say,
'And worth every energy we can spare.'
While yet another person crushed by life,
Would say, 'I've taken all that I can bear.'

Oh, it's alright,
It's not if you lose or win,
It's if you're happy doing either one.
Some people can't take the adulation.

Good Leadership

Some things make me giggle,
Just thinking of them,
And not really in a good way,
But as a lesson.

And what is your emotional IQ?
Do you have what it takes to be,
A good team leader so that everyone likes you?
'Cause that is what you need.

Speak with authority, but be confident,
You don't want people to think you don't know,
Exactly what it is that needs to be done.
Even if you don't.

And it's alright,
You never have to lie.
Being firm doesn't mean knowing everything,
It's taking responsibility all the time.

To Win or Lose

You win some and you lose some,
And who can ever tell,
If the win was really a good thing?
If you really knew, well,

Life would be much more intense,
For hope would be tied to reality,
And comfort would be a meaningless thing,
Or would it be?

I suddenly wish I knew where life was heading,
And if there really is such thing as a loss,
Or if by surrendering to the tides of life,
You never have to wonder what was.

And it's alright,
I guess life wouldn't be really different.
Wins would still be filled with joy,
And losses with disappointment.

Complete Peace

Just when you think all is perfect,
You realize that you live in reality,
And, I know, this sounds immensely cynical,
But I know that it's not just me.

It's not that the world moves fast, but that it just keeps moving,
Even while you're sitting, trying to enjoy,
All the things the world has provided.
You can't try and tell me that doesn't annoy.

And that is life, no matter what the structure,
Just like you must eat and breathe everyday,
And if there's a trick to finding the perfect rhythm,
No one yet has found the way.

And it's alright,
If you say you have figured it out.
I'm not calling you a liar,
But, that you're still living, leaves me in doubt.

Accomplishments

Do you feel like you've done,
Everything you've wanted to do,
Or will do what you want to do yet?
Then, I count you amoung the few.

And why is that? Is it that freedom is lacking?
Or is it that many don't have the pep?
Maybe because if we've done all we want,
There's nothing to do yet.

But that's all hogwash, of course,
You can always have dreams,
And whether they're sweeter if you've already accomplished some,
May be a moot question it seems.

And is it alright,
If in your final moments,
You can't think of one thing that you've done,
That you meant?

Success

What is it that you have,
That allows for success?
Assuming that it comes to you at all,
Or, even, that that's how it's assessed.

You are a chump if you feel you have it made,
But you have less than the guy next door,
And by 'less' I mean in material things,
Not in some lousy concept of what's at the core.

Give me something that I can really hold on to,
With my hands, my heart does not have the power,
To reach out and grab something, so it's little help,
When looking for footholds on the way up that tower.

And it's alright,
You'll never make it to the top, anyway,
It disappears the moment you think it exists.
Even if you sunk in what you saved for a rainy day.

Welcome Home

All is all the same now,
Isn't it always like that?
And, let's be honest, if it wasn't,
Wouldn't that be a drag?

You work so hard to build, you don't know what,
Until you're standing in your own paradise,
If you're lucky, and if you're not...
Well, that's why some people are not nice.

But in some ways it's chicken and egg,
Do you go where you're happy, or are you happy where you are?
Though, if you're either, then you are also both,
And that doesn't seem very hard.

And it's alright,
Maybe you want to be angry all the time.
That makes complete sense to me,
It's just an existence of a different kind.

Longevity

Do something each day,
That you can look back upon,
And in doing so, you can slow down life.
Isn't that everyone's mission?

And try to make it painful, that will help,
Since joy is so fleeting,
Not because of its actual duration.
It's a momentous feeling.

But still enjoy life, or you'll want it to end,
This may sound like S & M,
And I'm not saying that it couldn't be,
But it could also mean enjoying your friends.

And it's alright,
If your friends aren't painful enough,
You may die fast, but then again you'll die happy,
And that's not a bad trade-off.

Perspective

There is too much happening,
And I'm not talking about mass shootings.
If I had known I'd have so much to do today,
I'd've done more on Tuesday.

But just remember that death's a loner neighbour,
Who might decide to visit on a whim,
And if you always keep your house clean,
You won't feel half as bad letting him in.

But maybe the best thing is just to keep away from home,
Or, maybe, just never answer the door.
Yes, the analogy can't be taken that far,
But it sure serves to help understand its core.

And it's alright,
No matter what balls you have juggling right now,
It might seem trite, but it all amounts to nothing.
The question's 'why do I want it', not 'how'.

Sailing Analogy

One whole complete orbit,
What does it mean to me?
It's a moment to reflect on what I've done,
And a reason to let it be.

Now's the time to change your tack,
Get a new perspective on your route,
We're all heading in the same direction,
What makes us unique is the time we took.

And I'm not saying it's better,
The slower that you go,
But you certainly get to see how other people do it.
That's valuable, don't you know?

And it's alright,
That wasn't really a question,
I'm just floating out a little off the map,
To avoid the congestion.

One Life

I don't know what to tell you,
How much new really happens in a day?
The magic of life can't be a constant topic,
The magic couldn't survive that way.

But then why lose yourself in the mundane,
When near-death reminds you what it's really worth?
Then again, why hold on to this body as long as you can,
If not to keep it on this earth?

So, get what you want to make yourself happy,
And, I bet, life won't seem all that bad.
Oh wait, why am I assuming you think it's bad at all?
It's actually the best you've ever had.

And it's alright,
If it gets you down sometimes,
I like it when mine gets me down,
In fact, it makes me feel better than fine.

Just Do It

When is it time to do something,
That you've been meaning to do,
Except that there are other things on your list,
And feelings stopping you?

Sometimes you just have to do it because,
A list can only be made up of items,
That can only disappear one at at time.
There's no other solution,

Except, perhaps, not doing nothing at all,
I think that's easier and involves less risk.
Whether comatose or on the street,
You can't really be taken to task.

And it's alright,
Maybe being on the street's on your list,
Or maybe just sitting and staring into space,
Is more attractive to your taste.

What Was That?

It's another world,
The one I just came from,
Where other worlds are denied access,
Because of their composition.

I hardly escaped with my head,
Or, at least, I think that was the case,
And I would have stayed to find out the truth,
But, it's always been something I can't face.

But, at least, I have today,
Without which I couldn't even ponder,
Where I'd be today,
If I had stayed over yonder.

It's alright,
There'll be other worlds down the road,
Maybe not on the one I'm driving now,
But I'm happy when all's told.

Loneliness

If you're feeling lonely,
Maybe the problem is,
That you're not hanging around other people,
Or, at least, ones that exist,

In the same world, because don't forget,
That space is not the only clue,
To where someone's head actually resides,
And how close it is to you.

That is why a book can take you far away,
And a friend can seem distant.
So, if you want to kill your loneliness,
Expand your mind to encompass all you can.

And it's all right,
Even if it's all an illusion,
It's not how you look but how you feel,
That is the key to the solution.

Playing the Field

Now that you are alone,
You've regressed to your past state,
Which is to say that you are drunk at home,
Looking for a date.

But as luck won't have it, some action must take place,
To put you out into the view of others,
Preferably not in your present state,
But in one where you do not suffer.

And by suffer, I mean ashamed of yourself,
Because one can be in pain and still attract,
As long as the pain's showing despite your attempts,
It will appear as an unveiled fact.

Though, it's alright,
Maybe someone will bust through your door,
And instead of being someone wishing to rob you,
It might be the date that you've been looking for.

I'm The Father

I can't take the time now,
To do all I want to do, you know,
Just like we now know who's Dannielynn's father,
I told you so.

Life demands that you be a certain way,
That you stay that way at certain times,
And the life you build around you,
Makes other demands of other kinds.

And there are always choices, but what have we learned,
But that the straight and narrow is the one,
That provides the support from society,
Regardless that it's a bad one?

But it's alright,
Or, at least, it has to be,
I don't have the time to think it's anything else,
Or else, I'll be late for where I have to be.

Salvia Divinorum

I've never taken this herb,
Though, I swear I would,
If I wasn't afraid of never coming back,
To this imperfect world.

I'd get from it what I get from other things,
That make me forget where I am,
When after returning I realize I'm the same person I was,
When I was a completely different man.

But now, I guess, I have too much to lose,
I'm not afraid of leaving, but of not coming back,
Which sounds dramatic, but when you've got a kid,
You don't want to treat him like that.

And it's alright,
I'm not that old quite yet,
There are still the tried and true ways of escape,
And I'll never give up those, I bet.

Isn't It Great?

Here we go again,
You can't escape what,
You agreed to do, even if it's not,
That which you really want.

Not to say I'm not happy in general,
I could be doing a lot worse,
And, in fact, I'm doing pretty good,
In the society in which I've been nursed.

I love you and I love it and him,
I love the way they all come together,
I love how I never really had to direct myself,
To be in the position to be such a lover.

And it's alright,
In the end, it's really just a twist of fate,
And it's also a twist of the mind,
That makes a person's life great.

The Movies

What makes things interesting,
In a good movie?
Is it the things that would never happen,
In reality?

Or rather the things you would never expect,
Or, at least, things that you'd never dare dream.
If that's the case sometimes I feel,
That I'm in a movie.

Like when I sit and really look around,
And try to paint a line from birth until now,
Who would have thought that this is where I'd end up?
I think you'd say the same about yourself, somehow.

And it's alright,
We haven't ended up where we will yet,
That's the difference between life and the movies:
Life never ends.

Choices

Try to separate your,
Time so that you can,
Do everything you want to, and I bet,
That you can't.

One thing requires that you be someone else,
And while you do that, you need to be someone else,
To do the other thing that needs to get done.
It's a wonder that you're ever yourself.

Of course, this all is true only as you get older,
And more than one stream serves to make up your life,
Because when you're young you don't bank on just one thing,
Because that would be like rolling the dice.

And it's not alright,
If you just try to start all over again,
Unless you destroy everything in your life first,
And that is no solution.

Happy Time

What if the monkey on your back,
Is a cute little thing?
Why get it off if it is not that heavy,
And makes you feel naughty?

Let go of good and evil, that's what they say,
When they are good enough to live in the world,
With all the people following the rules.
It must be nice to have self-control.

The key is to have a world where everyone,
Let's loose within the boundaries of peace.
But not everyone's happy inside those walls,
And so, everyone can never all be happy.

And it's alright,
If some people suffer for others,
The key is to minimize that number,
While maximizing the ones who not need suffer.

To Be Happy

If all I wished would happen,
Happened for me,
I know there'd still be things to wish for,
But I would be more happy.

Okay, maybe not more happy, but satisfied,
I'm not turning this into a lesson,
On how you have to be happy with what you have.
That's not the structure of Capitalism.

That's one good thing, it offers goals to reach,
While never allowing you to get all you desire,
As long as you're part of a small percentage of the population,
You're living fairly comfortable, and can rise a little higher.

And it's alright,
Life is hard, no matter what,
Unless we all start treating each other nice,
And start being happy with what we got.

Ski Day

My belly is full,
I'm ready to start the day,
I'm not going to work,
Because I'm going to play today.

I wish it could last forever,
Minus a few factors,
I guess nothing's ever perfect,
That's what dreams are for.

So I'm out the door now,
As soon as I get ready,
Another proof that things are not ideal,
Or I'd be as naked as Adam and Eve.

And it's alright,
Even though I've come at nothing profound,
At least I can say that I've done something,
Even if it doesn't make a sound.

I Know You

Now the snow is falling,
Not that reality should define,
What it is that's brewing up inside me,
But it's an interesting thing besides.

If it was like this everyday I would be,
More likely to be someone else,
Just like if I had a tragic childhood experience,
But didn't remember it, myself.

It's not another person walking around,
Influencing me in what I do.
It's not me either, I encompass all,
And know more than you think about you.

And it's alright,
I still need a lot of practice,
To be able to read you like a book,
So, don't go get all anxious.

Use It

When you are away,
From what you know the most,
When you want to be there, too,
After you've had your toast,

You must let go of it all,
At least in so far as you,
Can't do anything physically,
But there's something you can do:

Look at that world from the place that you are,
Because you're in a very good spot,
To look at yourself as someone else,
And see what it is you've got.

And it's alright,
If you realize you don't got a lot.
Not many people really do,
It's all about what you've been taught.

Gotta Go

I don't have much time now,
I know that that is not an excuse,
Why not do all you have to do when you can?
Well, what is the use?

You can't take it with you and what about what others,
Think about you when you're no longer around?
I'm not sure what effect it has on you,
When you're six feet underground.

Who am I kidding, isn't what we want,
To find out the meaning of life?
I thought it was until I made one of my own,
And now I just want meaning for my son and wife.

And it's alright,
If I'm not making sense to you,
Because I'm not making sense to myself,
And that is what I always intend to do.

The Moon

How is it that the moon,
Always keeps on the other side from the sun?
Though, I know that this is not quite the case.
It makes me think of where I'm from.

It is so far away,
Like my folks and even my thoughts,
But still it pulls the sea up towards it,
I relate to it a lot.

Sometimes small and sometimes bigger than life,
Sometimes seen, sometimes hidden by clouds,
God, sometimes hidden by the smallest of trees,
But, unlike my thoughts, never loud.

And it's alright,
I don't really think of it that much.
I have much more important things on my mind.
Really, the moon is just a hunk of rock.

Experience

Does knowing what to do,
Come naturally to some?
Because I have to tell you,
Experience provides me my only information.

And so you learn from your mistakes of the past,
But that means you have mistakes in your past,
That others see and that you have to dwell on,
Hindsight's twenty-twenty is a major ass.

But you must go on, because at least you can learn,
Unlike those in your life who never have,
And are now left behind by experience,
As if they don't even have a past.

And it's alright,
Eventually experience will make you wise,
And those coming up behind will be quite impressed,
Just like you are now by those other guys.

Health

Is it really healthy,
To just feel good,
If it is at the expense of others' existence,
And the existence of the world?

But then again, are they all there is?
If I am living for just everyone else,
Am I ignoring the world within,
And, so, risking my health?

I guess the key is to acknowledge both sides,
In case it's just you, or just others that exist,
And, of course, if it's a combination of both,
Then you also have covered the mix.

But is it alright,
If such acknowledgement leaves you depressed?
Maybe the key to universal health,
Is to let people believe whatever they wish.

Self-Consciousness

You must get over this hump,
If you're going to continue,
And that means forgetting all those around you,
And imagining it's only you.

For, if not, then you have lost a great deal,
Of what you consider to be your core,
And then you may as well just give up,
'Cause it will never be like before.

When you could walk into a room and not care,
That you were in the loudest suit in the world,
Heck, it helped defined who you really were,
Even if it never got you the girl.

I guess it's alright,
If you want to go away and hide,
Life is a very multi-layered thing,
And who am I to say in which to reside?

Exposure

Can you kill something,
By letting it be known?
The risk is certainly higher,
Than just keeping it locked up at home.

But then it loses something, or at least never gains,
The notoriety of having stuck out,
Its neck no matter the axe waiting to chop.
A ticket never wins that is never bought.

So take it out and show the world,
What you have to offer,
And if the first one doesn't see its value,
Then just offer it to another.

And it's alright,
If you never find someone who cares,
What more can you do than expose yourself?
No one ever said the world was fair.

Progress

Have you ever wondered,
What it's all about?
I've had dreams that have explained it all,
Until I'm awake and full of doubt.

But then again, with the breeze on my face,
And the sun warming up my soul,
I can't imagine anything going wrong,
And nothing will, until I fall.

And here it is, because the door has been opened,
Like I've opened so many doors in the past,
And never learned that they never lead to good,
And always say the last one will be my last.

And it's alright,
It's all the same in the end,
This room will stop presenting surprises,
And I'll have to open another door again.

Anytime

I will try to be more inclusive,
Because what's the good in being,
If there is no one else to share in it,
Because they're out doing their own thing?

So, what do you want to talk about?
There is some nasty shit in Africa,
And many people feel the end is near,
But, you don't think that way, do ya?

What really matters is that something exists,
Despite the problems in the world,
Of course, the fact that it exists here at all,
Must mean that it has a share in all the evil.

And it's alright,
At least it's not that bad,
I am happy, really, most of the time,
And that I'm not always, even makes me glad.

Open Book

Is it wise to open,
Yourself up like a book?
Well, if you think that you can actually do that,
Let me have a look.

Don't be afraid, I'm sure you'll always have,
Another layer up your sleeve.
If I thought that I knew everything in your mind,
I still would not believe.

And don't forget that you have to explore, too,
What are you if you're not a puzzle to yourself?
If I knew what I was going to do next,
I would need psychological help.

Oh, it's alright,
Go ahead and know what you please,
And make your opinion, but be aware,
That you can change, at least.

Satisfaction

It must be a trick of the mind,
Whether stressed or trying to get rid of it,
Because, really, what is so important,
That it should make you feel like this?

Well, maybe the fact that you have mouths to feed,
And that your power to do so rests on a hinge.
Maybe you weren't made for this type of thing,
But that's how the world is.

And if you can't live in it, well you can always live outside,
If you scrounge up enough money for motion,
But jumping classes is not an easy thing,
Neither side likes such peregrination.

And it's alright,
You actually have it pretty good,
If you can learn to live where you actually are,
And not where you think you actually should.

Hello Again

Look at how it brings us all together,
Or, at least, within each others' minds,
I'd say our consciousnesses, compared with those of the past,
Are certainly more wide.

Or maybe just shifted into another world,
Where connection is a physical act,
And if that means it brings me closer to you,
Well, I am all for that.

And you seem like such a wider person, anyway,
What you choose to show is like an open book.
Like I've met you on the street, and you're nothing but smiles,
So, I have no further to look.

And it's alright,
If we actually don't communicate,
My love for you lies in what you've always showed me,
And what you've always showed me's only been great.

From Within

All of the praise in the world,
Won't serve to bolster up yourself,
Because your scale of measurement,
Isn't held by someone else.

And you are hard on yourself, more than you should be,
Because, without happiness what do you got?
Nothing I would call too close to living.
Nothing a healthy person ought.

Satisfaction before action is the key,
For attitude shines a light that will show,
The potential for everyone around you,
Whether by yourself or if it helps them to know.

And it's alright,
If you don't always get your way,
No one in the history of the world has,
But, believe me, you will have your day.

Happiness

No, I don't believe that,
Two different people,
Have different capacities for happiness,
Though, they'd get it from different appeal.

And, actually, since they are different people,
One could make a relation of all of their traits,
And I bet the things they love would be identical,
If just one of them were put in the same place.

And Schopenhauer's right for all of his prejudice,
One must turn inside for happiness,
External things have no real control at all,
Because they are so transient.

So, it's alright,
Go ahead and turn within yourself,
Just don't forget that you need to be reflected,
In the external, to have true mental health.

The Good Life

It is all in your mind,
This regular self-doubt,
And I know that it is not sincere,
But it may be starting to psych you out.

No one object's the same because it's seen from different,
Points of view, even if by the same person,
And no one you see's completely confident,
And if she is, well give her a another second.

Not to say that you cannot be confident yourself,
You actually have to to make it.
And you get that by finding the person you like,
And never being different.

And it's alright,
If others try to psych you out,
Remember who you are and have faith in it,
And you will eradicate the self-doubt.

Milestones

What is the prognosis,
When life becomes too hard,
And the question is whether you'll get over that hump,
Or whether you're not going to get far?

Do the successes of the past provide any clue,
Or do people just get as far as they can?
I hope it's the former because I'm a guy on the move,
And won't feel right unless I always am.

I love my life, my wife, my son and myself,
But does this world think anything of me?
Does success in this one mean I don't want another,
Where everyone's equal in society?

And it's alright,
My faith will get me through,
And my determination to have fun doing what,
Allows me to do everything else I want to do.

Change

Sometimes I have to remember,
What it is that makes me valuable,
To people, outside of the normal stuff,
And make that indespensable.

What is it that separates us,
From the tasks that we do everyday?
Whatever it is, I want to maximize on it,
And turn my work into play.

And I will do it, as I have said that I would,
About five thousand times in the past,
And I think I did it on those times too,
But no one world ever really lasts.

And it's alright,
This one won't be the last either,
But I'm willing to try my darndest in this one,
To give my family a future.

Renewal

I must readjust now,
And by that I mean surrender,
And by that I mean get a hold of myself,
And have faith in my power.

Every moment is an opportunity,
For a new beginning,
And if you truly believe that, you're either insane,
Or a superbeing.

And the only way to know is to clear your head,
Hold it high and believe in yourself,
As others will if your belief is true,
And if you are able to delve.

And it's alright,
You're not feeding the hungry,
And if you ask yourself why you are not,
Just point to the structure of society.

Inevitability

It is time to switch gears,
And no one is giving me time,
To contemplate the one that I am leaving,
But, I guess, that's fine.

It's all about embracing a new way of living,
And trying it out before bowing out,
Not to say that it is inevitable,
When it's something I know nothing about.

In the end it can only be the same thing,
That you've dealt with all of your life,
Because like anything else in this world,
It will be coloured by your light.

And it's alright,
You're not locked into any one thing,
Life is still filled with infinite possibilities.
That is an inevitability.

Take It Easy

Okay, there are issues bigger,
Than the ones you deal with everyday,
And those people with the bigger issues,
Lack the resources to make them go away.

So you have advantages, because if you work hard,
You can knock them off one by one.
Of course, the fact that you have any at all,
Implies that's a job that will never get done.

Don't blame yourself, there are many things in your past,
That led you to make yourself the way that you are,
And it's never to late to change,
Though, I doubt you'll ever get very far.

Oh, it's alright,
Don't start moping around,
Just blame society for the state of your life,
It's the best excuse that's ever been found.

Vague

Let it all just go now,
Let it all be forgotten,
Don't start again, just float for a while,
And just stay in.

Sometimes it doesn't come, it just looks from afar,
And shakes its head, because you could never,
Do it just the way you could with it inside you,
But still, this is still a way to be sure.

Even this one is hard,
Will it ever finish?
I guess with shorter lines,
It is.

And it's alright,
It's all over now,
And doesn't have to be thought of again,
Until now.

Baby

All is calm and still now,
I'm just looking in your face,
And trying to be as connected as possible,
Through the eyes and through your taste.

I never know what might be the problem now,
And I never know when bliss will hit the stage,
I want to explore you for an eternity,
And never reach the final page.

And I will, I will always be there with you,
And you will reject me, but don't worry,
Because when you need me in your darkest hour,
You can still call on me.

And it's alright,
If you never do,
Memories can be as real as reality,
And I have great memories of you.

End of an Era

Am I getting repetitive?
Well, how about this?
In eight hours there will be nothing left,
Of this shit.

And I will miss it, god only knows,
Because what you do defines your life,
And if you change what you do, well then guess what?
Are you strong enough to take that knife?

Enough questions, here's something to chew on,
A piece of meat that will still be there later:
A change represents the completely unknown,
And may end up being a complete disaster.

And it's alright,
Bring it on,
Whether in the frying pan or in the fire,
I represent the revolution.

Working Hard

Well, I'm almost finished,
What will I do then?
Your heart and soul are things eternal,
And you put them into something transient.

My time and loved ones are short-lived, too,
But I'm kept from them for other things,
Do I have to talk about the state of society again,
To point out Capitalism's shortcomings?

Yes, it's not what you have, but what you do with it,
So, let me ask you this,
You're either jobless and broke, or working all the time,
So, isn't it time that we reassess?

Oh, it's alright,
There's always early retirement,
For a skosh of the population,
Who figure out how to beat the system.

Reality

You want me to speak more about reality?
Okay, here we go...
My eyes are bloodshot and my body is weak,
And I don't want anybody to know.

I have no streets, but I've been attacked by gangs
Of people who don't even know each other,
They're just tied by the binds of selfishness,
And I'm just a young father.

And I'm not innocent, well maybe I am,
Because my crimes right now escape me,
And I gave up on Catholicism years ago,
But, please don't tell my daddy.

And it's alright,
At least my ass isn't itching today.
I'm on very little sleep and I got work to do,
If I want to continue getting paid.

Working for the Weekend

Thank god time goes forward,
And that it is non-stop,
If it got stuck in the moments I've been living,
Living for much longer, I would not.

But then there're moments I wish could last forever,
With, of course, the memories of the ones,
I would not repeat for all the money in the world.
Without them it would not be nearly as fun.

But now I just have to just keep on trucking,
And soon it will all be over,
And I can stumble into another cycle,
Of too many moments away from my lover.

Oh, it's alright,
I'm doing it for my family in the end,
And they know that, and as long as it's not forever,
I can put up with this confusion.

New Beginnings

Well, this is the beginning,
As every moment is,
Though not recognized as such by the people around you,
And so not as momentous.

But now I have the dreams to prove it,
And the determination,
That forces from my past will not interfere,
With any of my conclusions.

Like a branch that finally falls from a tree,
What does it matter if the final tip was from the wind,
When it weathered so much throughout its existence,
And now a new existence it must begin?

And it's alright,
If everything is new.
Use what you have and have faith in the rest,
For what else can you possibly do?

Inevitability

Again, time is precious,
And the prospects in what's left are dire,
But in the interim before it begins,
I must make my conscious raise higher.

No matter the anticipated failure,
Anything can happen in this world,
And if you envision a miraculous end,
At least it won't hurt, though it won't make success sure.

But what happens that isn't the result of belief?
What doesn't come up that somehow isn't planned?
Conquer the world by the strength of your mind,
And when it's all over you'll realize who I am.

And it's alright,
Things will turn out as they will, you can't stop time,
As long as you take responsibility for it,
You can, in the end, proudly claim that it's mine.

Perserverence

It's the beginning of the end,
And may it last a long time,
And may it not be the only end in sight,
And may it not be mine.

Sometimes if you come through a struggle in one piece,
Even if all you have to show for it,
Is that you survived it relatively sane,
It shows others that you are deserved.

It's not hard to imagine that life is hard,
For one continues to beat his head against it,
Whether he is the luckiest man in the world,
By others' estimates.

And it's alright,
You never know what's on the other end,
Or how people viewed the way you took the journey,
Until you make it around that bend.

Chin Up

I'm sure I'm not the only one,
With immense self-doubt,
Or with an aura of competence,
Or with the belief that I am without.

How crazy are you when everyone else,
Has no reference from which to guage,
How to be sure that what they know's what they know,
And when you're always a step away from rage?

If this is just a step in my journey in life,
That everyone else takes unless they don't live,
Then bring it on, if I have nothing else,
I have a lot of resistence to give.

And it's alright,
Everyday brings new challenges,
That are only that because they are completely new,
And remind you that you have senses.

The Universe

Thank you, oh Universe,
You have really kept me on track,
And though we all are living within you,
I feel slightly ahead of the pack.

Fortunes can reverse like a wheel in a rut,
And like Job, the most pious can still be let go,
And if that happens, like everything, that is life.
Though, how I'll take it I just don't know.

And then there're jinxes to counteract belief,
At least one of those needs to be dominant,
And whether one always prevails or they take turns,
Can't be determined by any experiments.

And it's alright,
You'll always do what You have to do,
And if things turn out, well that's the ultimate feeling,
And I'll know to always thank You.

Taking It Easy

Let's see if as my world falls apart,
The pieces stumble into place,
Really, when isn't there chaos,
Except when it's something you refuse to face?

Wouldn't it be glorious if life could be lived,
As if there's no order, but things will all work out?
It sounds easy to do, but no one does it,
And calls lazy the people who try it out.

Again, I must ask myself what is the point,
Of a system that only offers stress?
Let's all be as fluid as money's become,
And maybe we can all live with less.

And it's alright,
No one will know either way,
Try it out on the sly and then decide,
If you can live as such another day.

Take It Or Leave It

The limit has been reached,
For today,
The problem is the sun's not even come up yet.
How can I make it this way?

I know it will be over before I know it,
But that is what worries me,
Will I be ninety before I know it,
Wishing I'd done more to enrich reality?

I guess I'll just have to embrace what is left,
And acknowledge that it's all part of the miracle,
Of life, and that is that it is mind-blowing,
That it exists at all.

And it's alright,
By the time the sun sets today,
I'll once again be filled with the joy of life.
What can I say?

Recap

I don't want to be cliche,
But the world's coming out of my ass,
It's either that or I'm about to bust,
Is this how I'm supposed to last?

I know money can't buy happiness,
But it would sure free up my time,
To stress out my world however I want,
And to know what is mine.

I'm just afraid that before I know it,
I'll not know where I am,
And will be too far away from me,
That all will be illusion.

And it's alright,
I guess one world's no better than the next,
But I kinda worked hard on this one,
And I'm determined to stick with it.

Coming To

Maybe I'm not what I think I am,
Maybe everyone sees something different,
And if I could only see me now,
But, alas, I can't.

The teeter's so wobbly I'm afraid it will fall,
Definitely on one side,
And neither one's necessarily welcomed,
But how I must live, I must abide.

And it doesn't matter if I become insane once in a while,
And even if I go and never come back,
There's a lot of bullshit I wouldn't miss,
And nothing I should lack.

And it's alright,
I may have gone there already,
And I don't think I am the only one,
That has entertained that possibility.

Tired Still

It is all worth it,
If the worth it moments are only that,
Though why the world should be structured like this,
I can only take a stab.

My body's tired and my soul is weak,
And if I believe that, then it will be true,
And is it not right that sometimes you should surrender,
To eventually feel like new?

Never mind, I'm not the only one,
And won't even be the last.
I must dredge up some energy to finish,
Or the world will chug on past.

It's alright,
This will not last forever,
I believe, but then you never know,
The cords of this world are hard to sever.

Tired

I'm so tired again,
I don't know what to say,
There's so much happening around me,
I can't keep the distractions away.

Why am I doing this? I must be insane,
Or at least not thinking clear,
Is it better to do the best you can,
Or just do it without fear?

I don't know, once again,
I guess I'm almost done,
And if you stick around another day,
You'll see I'm not so quite gone.

And it's alright,
Only time will tell,
Have I said that before to you,
Or was it someone else?

Tired

This better not be,
What life's all about.
It's alright for a small portion of putting in your time,
But if it's eternal, I just want out.

Maybe it's not a matter of changing things,
But increasing my energy and potential,
To become a more superhuman person,
And so not be bummed out by- I've fizzled.

Coasting is just what I'll have to do,
Though I don't want this to be my M.O.
Let's just say that I have the power within me,
To make things happen even if I'm K.O.'d.

And it's alright,
Nothing lasts forever,
Unless you're talking about a neurosis,
Oh, what is it all for?

Crash

With all of the things happening,
That I've given birth to,
I guess that's proof that I am alive,
And that I really do live with you.

The miracle of life has really struck me,
What with all of this sensory input,
Since the creation of our son every moment's precious,
And every step's my first.

But time just keeps on trucking,
And I can't dwell on the past,
Sometimes I wish I could just leap it all,
And just get old real fast.

And it's alright,
My moods go up and down,
And right now they are all over the place.
I don't think I can keep it up, somehow.

Challenges

Here I am again,
Standing on the precipice,
Knowing things will probably work out,
But not having faith in this.

Is it a quality of my nature,
Or has my upbringing brought me here?
Either way, can I overcome it,
Because I can't live life in fear.

I guess the more I face it, the easier it will be,
As long as I mostly succeed,
And then will I become a better person?
I need a reason to nurture this seed.

And it's alright,
It's not important in the end,
What's really important is what's really real,
Though, if I figure that out, I don't know when.

Humility

Do not gloat about your status,
That is something that can change,
With the view of every new eye that judges it,
And every mistake you make.

Do not judge others, you know nothing about them,
Or the reasons why they look as they do.
A wolf in sheep's clothing is very dangerous,
And may be after you.

Do not speak of things you know as if you don't,
It wastes both time and space,
And besides you don't really know anything.
Remember that, and keep in your place.

Oh, it's alright,
You can still have fun, even with all that,
Just think of the world as being filled with equals,
And it will quickly become a fact.

The Teeter

It's a delicate balance,
I'm talking about anything that you do,
On either side is the realm of the unnacceptable,
And inside, very little room for the new.

You must put on a disguise if you wish to change,
To kill what's there, you must deflect and defend,
For everyone depends on what they know,
And are only truly wishing for the end.

But I want to shift the inside to untraversed places,
And stretch it out so that the teeter desists,
So there's no anxiety about others' feelings,
And we can wander where we would while nothing tips.

And it's alright,
If you say something strange to me,
I'll just assume that everything is the same,
And that you're only trying out new places to be.

Party Crasher

Do you see my hand?
Where does it start and stop?
And why is there a name for it at all,
When the most profound thing is that does not?

I want to walk in the boots of my past,
Not in the past, but as who I am now.
Like that Pepsi commercial, I want my old hair back,
Because it was more profound.

Every moment is a million in one,
Because it can be turned on end like anything,
And seen from more than a million angles,
And help us understand the true nature of things.

And it's alright,
If you don't have the time for a million things,
The point is that it can be done at all.
It's then that you can start truly living.

Periphery

Well, it worked out in the end,
Just as it always has done,
And of course the stress about it abated,
After seeing the homeless teen out in the snow storm.

I know what I do well and must have faith in it,
If I don't want to make work what it is,
That I do in life, rather than help raise a family.
That would be the dream of Capitalism.

I'm not against it, let the record show,
What system has shown any success in the past?
It's humans we're dealing with, no matter the country,
And among them, there will always be an ass.

But it's alright,
The trick is to live on the periphery.
Acknowledge the system, but make your life a bubble.
Only in that can you truly feel free.

The Day Will Work Out Perfectly

This is my last moment,
To let the universe know,
That though I continue to plan the world around me,
I'm letting it run the show.

The things I need to know will never leave me,
And the things that I can't control,
Which is everything, except insofar as it affects me,
I will let go.

I've gone through my mind all that I hope will happen,
And I trust that mind is one with you,
And that that feeling of magic happening,
Will, once again, make me feel new.

And it's alright,
If I have to handle things along the way,
I'm as much a part of things as anything else,
That's why I still get up each and everyday.

Spigot of Dreams

It may all be past now,
The feelings of inadequacy and fear,
Not because things in my life have really changed,
But just how things now appear.

Dreams of violence have diffused the pressure,
A spigot of thoughts to release the laughter.
Thinking of the people who influenced me negatively,
Until they rest in peace from now 'til hereafter.

It's a new day, and though it's been said before,
Anything can happen.
Natural disasters are no different than miracles,
And no more random.

And it's alright,
Yes, it is finally alright,
As long as I keep things in perspective,
And have fantistic dreams at night.

Anxiety Again

I've had this feeling before,
And now it's come again.
Is it a sign that I'm doing the wrong thing,
Or that I've reached a new evolution?

Nothing worth it is ever easy,
That's what I've heard many times.
I guess I've just never had anything worth it,
Or nothing has ever been fine.

I guess time will tell and the lesson here,
Is to test the theory by sticking it out.
You only live once, right? And you could miss something,
If you only ever pick the same route.

And it's alright,
I'll get past this and out the other end,
And hopefully I'll be a better, stronger person,
And a role model around the bend.

Believe

Is it really possible,
To escape the pressures of life,
By changing your head space and believing,
That everything will work out fine?

I guess, if you want proof,
You'd have to try it out yourself,
And maybe the very act will make you feel better,
And that may be a plus in itself.

"But, that is escapism," you might say,
"You can't just pretend everything is great."
I guess the question is, would things be better,
If you surrendered your future to fate?

And it's alright,
The control group is everyone,
Who lives their life by the rule of competition.
Of course, none of them will cooperate with the experimentation.

Management

I feel a lot cleaner,
As does my world.
I don't know if that means that they really are,
Or if I've given up on control.

Which is not bad, because I think the secret,
Is to know what's coming beforhand,
Not through some type of psychic prediliction,
But by imagining that it can.

Faith in those around you is important, too,
If they believe in what you are doing,
So nurture that faith before all else,
And you will soon see what I mean.

And it's alright,
If it doesn't quite go as planned,
Everything that you do is a test,
And, if you tried hard, the world will understand.

Lessons Learned

How can just one moment,
Change your perspective on your life,
When once time has passed to lessen its effect,
It's right back to how you like?

It's not as if the concrete proof of that moment,
Disappeared, for as we all know,
Nothing can be completely destroyed once made,
There's simply someplace else it must go,

Like deep inside where it can happily eat,
Until you feel like nothing but a shell,
And what you were becomes part of that parasite,
Oh god, please don't let me do that to myself.

And it's alright,
I'll just have to keep an eye on myself.
If you know who you are, you'll be hard to miss,
And all adversity can just go to hell.

Focus

Sometimes you just have to do it,
And forget everything else,
Even if what you're doing takes 300 days,
You have to let go of yourself.

Forget your debts and forget your loved ones,
They have no place in what you have to get done,
And if they get in the way of making it happen,
You'll have ruined everyone.

And if they don't understand,
It's alright, because if you're true to the task,
Everything they say will go in one ear,
And be stored until you can take off your mask.

And it's alright,
They will thank you in the end,
Because, though you have missed 300 days together,
You have done everything for them.

Success Again

It all comes together,
With vision and faith.
And if it doesn't, well, I'd have to say,
That you lack vision, or maybe faith.

What is an event, but how you interpret it?
And success, based on what you want?
I'm not saying call what you hit the target,
But be creative in interpreting a lot.

The poor man's bane is that he hasn't much,
And the poor man's glory is that he wants for nothing,
A poor man has lots of room for success,
If he doesn't judge it by money.

And it's alright,
Magical things are happening in my life again,
Because of vision, faith, and interpretation,
The universe has become my haven.

Stages

How can one feel so bad,
When so much is going good?
Was it really just a bad dream,
Or are you not living as you should?

There is a point where it is too late to change,
When there are peoples' lives who are dependent,
On your actions in a life that's no longer yours,
If you really take possession of it.

But, thoughts cannot be stopped, and these tell you,
That you have bitten off more than you can chew,
That the world would be better off without,
The kind of world that you expose them to.

And it's alright,
That only means that you care,
Which is all that others really need from you,
And which, frankly, is really quite rare.

Disjunction

I feel like someone's watching,
And that's probably because,
One cannot live a life without,
The possibility of applause.

And without turmoil to point to in this world,
To judge and wish it never occurred,
Some people would have to start turmoil themselves,
Or there'd be very little for them in this world.

But I am happy with the prospect of losing,
All the stress that this world generates,
Throught its need for conflict, which itself just distracts,
From how little, to our life, this world actually relates.

And it's alright,
If, in the end, we cannot escape,
From the structure built for us when we are born.
Actually, really, that isn't very great.

Insecurity

I have nothing with me,
That I need for peace of mind,
Just like I left any hope of destroying the past,
I left my peace of mind behind.

It takes so little to crush a man,
The final straw can be a dropped note,
That everyone else knows is your onus,
But, will just sit and watch you slit your own throat.

You can be as strong as the strongest on earth,
And still not have enough strength,
To withstand the uncertainty in others' opinions,
Unless, in them, you put absolutely no faith.

And it's alright,
It's not easy being alone either, I know,
Maybe just sometimes find comfort in the knoweldge,
That other people don't really know any more.

Let Go

Okay, let's look at this logically,
You say you don't want us around anymore,
Which means you don't want us near your family either,
Because we we live by different mores.

Of course, we're family too, and let's not forget,
That you can always turn to us,
And if you're trying to protect your family from evil,
I think you better move to Mars.

But, you're also stressed and maybe that's the reason,
You're being so unreasonable,
And if you change your tune, all is forgiven,
But, if not, I think you're certifiable.

Yes, yes, it's alright,
Because, legally, you are family,
But if you keep keeping me from my own blood,
You'll find out how unlawful I can be.

Self Worth

Do I undervalue myself?
Yes, I think I do.
Will that serve to undermine my quality of life,
And cause me anxiety, too?

One cannot always question himself,
Or what he has done in the past.
This might seem obvious to say, really,
But such thoughts have destroyed many a lad.

It will not continue, I promise you that,
If I am nothing, I am a learner.
It will be bittersweet when I look back on these days,
And realize what it is that I should have earned.

And it's alright,
I don't want to overvalue me either.
There needs to be somewhere to go from here,
That is realistic for me to enter.