Friends

Friends come and friends go,
And people always change,
Not inside but more in relation to,
How the world's arranged.

And how you are related to it,
Will affect your distance to everyone else,
Just like a wall that's built to stop a flood,
There can be walls built to stop your self.

And whether you like someone else or not,
Has more to do with these distances and walls,
Than what is actually inside them,
Because you can never know that, at all.

And it's alright,
Everyone's not a potential friend,
Just like not everything can possibly,
Be in your hand.

Living Right

To do what you want to do,
Do it now or never,
For whether it's nature or society,
You could do other things forever,

Like keeping up with your possessions,
Maintaining and organizing them,
That you acquire with the money you make,
Working hours and hours on end,

Because like sensing anything,
Like the smell of sickness,
Instinct can tell you what is good and what's bad,
For your personal success.

And it's alright,
If it takes you some time to employ,
All the resources at your disposal,
To eventually, fully enjoy.

The Sixth Sense

There are so many factors,
Oh, so many of so many kinds,
That, when you stop to sort them out,
You will soon fall behind,

The actual living that you're trying to sort out,
So instinct is the only sense,
That offers any help in navigating,
Through any given event.

And you may think that reaction is only,
A coordinated effort of the usual five,
And that no life can happen without them,
Never mind that you could not stay alive.

Except you would be alright,
Even if all your five senses were gone,
Because you're body'd still have the sense to absorb,
Nutrients fed through injection.

Planning

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

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

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

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

What's He Thinking?

You can never know,
What's in another's mind,
No matter how much he promises what he's saying,
Is completely bonafide,

No matter how long you've known each other,
Or how close you are,
Or how many people exactly like him,
You have met so far,

Or how many times what he's said he'd do in the past,
He has actually done.
How many things have you done in your life,
For a secret reason?

But it's alright,
Your own mind's as impenetrable,
Not only to others, but to you also,
And your intentions are admirable.

Time's Up

No, you can't make time,
But, also, you can't use it up,
And if you think that time's wasting away,
It's not.

In the time in which you've understood,
The time it takes to do a given thing,
The horizon of time keeps opening up,
Allowing you to do anything.

And when the moment comes that it all seems gone,
When everything you've hoped for has been spent,
You may believe that time has all run out,
But that's not what you meant,

'Cause it's alright,
You're always already done,
What you just did, but that just opens up,
Time for what has just begun.

Free Will

If the moments of marriage,
Are the most free offered by life,
Because it's the simplest example of,
The will exercising its right,

And the new union expresses itself,
As one being exercising its right,
In the larger union between the rest of free wills,
Who rule by the justice of might,

And that simple union dissolves and regroups again,
In the same relation but different actors,
What is the space between the exercises called,
And which one offers freedom more?

It's alright,
You don't have to answer this right now,
For it would impose on your free will,
To truly understand how.

What You Want

How many times can you say,
Before you say it once too much,
That there is no time to do what you want,
And what you do is not fun, as such,

But what you have to do to get by,
Not just to feed and clothe the ones you love,
But to maintain the view in others' eyes,
That you're not a punk?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself,
You're not unique,
Everyone without the guts to take risks,
Is guilty of the same critique.

And it's alright,
To just drop everything,
With the confidence that you can survive,
Doing what comes naturally.

Vacation

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

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

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

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

The Gold Ring

Don't wake up one day,
To find that you've been too busy,
To change your life in a significant way,
And now you're stuck in perpetuity,

Doing what you've learned to do so well,
But exclusively,
While letting other talents wither away,
That were once the root of your security.

And it's never too late, at least that's what they say,
And you may begin to see,
People sprouting who've been working hard under cover,
Whose success popped 'instantaneously'.

And it's alright,
If you ever get an inkling of a thought,
That you have found what you've been looking for,
Lose sight of it, not.

Do Things Right

Know your limitations,
And your limitations in a group,
And your limitations in resources,
Unless you are a dupe.

Don't try anything if it doesn't feel right,
Because instinct is another sense,
As physical as sight or smell,
Detecting appropriateness.

Plan before you do things, even in your mind,
Walking through something from beginning to end,
Thoughtfully, and slowly for two reasons:
To visualize and for anticipation.

And it's alright,
It's never too late to fix things.
Just sit back and pretend,
That you just came on the scene.

Visualization

Can what you think often,
Really become real, just from that?
If so one must be careful what one thinks,
Because some thoughts are acts,

That one would never want actually executed,
For the mind offers an arena,
For events of fantasy you'd want no one to know,
And that serve as a vent does,

And disperses energy you'd not want used,
Amongst your fellow human beings.
So, what does this say about visualization,
Of things you really want seen?

Maybe it's alright,
To distinguish the good from the bad,
Within your thoughts so that your body knows,
Which should happen and which should never be had.

Success

What key is required for progress?
Is it natural capacity,
Or being in the right place at the right time,
Privilege, or all three,

Or just two, or is there even such a thing,
Without a twist of mind,
To interpret one's situation,
As a celestial sign?

And how does one maximize on the odds?
Like anything, hard work is the key.
Or is it? Not every story of trial and toil,
Is a story of victory.

It must be alright,
Because between all of these,
There's a way to feel like a success,
No matter how it seems.

On the Edge

Don't quite let it happen,
Stay safely on the edge,
And remember that the height is really,
Of no consequence,

Except in your mind when it considers,
All of the possibilities,
Dependent on some lapse in judgment,
Or extremely low probabilities.

And when you understand it's really about,
Appreciating where you are:
A place few would go if they even had the chance,
You realize how unique you really are.

And that's alright,
That puts you in a class of your own,
In a world where it's impossible to judge,
Where you are unless you're alone.

Nature

Things can change so fast,
You better not be too solid,
Unless you want to attain the respect of others,
For what you always did,

Instead of what you might do.
Sometimes it's better to be unpredictable,
Though, there is something to be said for stalwartness,
For keeping systems manageable.

Either way, always there or sporadic,
The key to keeping up and keeping your head down,
And concentrated at the task at hand,
No matter how your nature is bound,

To being alright,
Whether on stilts or sturdy ground,
Not thinking can be a great asset,
If it means the truth will eventually come around.

Just Don't Do It

It's never easy knowing the truth,
So does that mean you must be shallow,
And never participate deeper with others,
Than so that you can up and go,

So that no one can connect you to anything,
And so never accuse you,
Of doing anything that might be critiqued,
Because there's nothing that you do?

You're never misrepresented,
If you never represent yourself.
True, but you can also never be anything,
And, actually, you can never help.

But it's alright,
Maybe if everyone just did that,
There'd be a lot less reason for fights in this world,
And that ain't so bad.

Politics

Either you want to progress,
Or impede that of others,
Or do nothing and complain about it,
Or just watch from under the covers.

The thing is no one knows the all of it,
So, it's best to let everyone know,
What it is that you're thinking about everything,
Unless you're in it for your own,

Unless what interests you is not community,
But community the way you want it,
Which takes one view born of the unknown,
And treating it as an agreed covenant.

And it's alright,
Because the truth prevails in the end,
Though by its nature the end never comes,
Which leaves us all with this fascism.

Confidence

If at first you don't believe,
Try try again,
'Cause until you do, no one else will,
And you'll always be losing.

Everything is arguable, as all know,
Look at the absurdities believed in the past,
And in one's world, the only esteem available,
Is based on faith that can only last,

As long as the confidence of the one,
Of whom the thing is believed,
Is maintained, and that permanence,
Is the key.

And it's alright,
If it's shaken every once in a while,
As long as it is absorbed internally,
And you always keep your smile.

Others

It is that easy to let go,
It is that easy to look away,
It is that easy to pretend that nothing,
Matters anyway.

And as long as you do that,
There won't be any responsibility,
That you need recognize, though others might,
Feel you have some, annoyingly.

And if you want to pretend that you understand,
What's going on in others' brains,
It behooves you to assume they want good,
And then you owe them, at least, a way,

To pretend it's alright,
And that you will help take care of them,
'Cause nothing else makes sense when giving life to others,
In the end.

Running

Does one have to leave their home,
To escape it,
Or does the running, itself, negate the chance,
That they will be triumphant,?

For what's the goal except to find a new one,
Which also entails settling down?
While the act of searching requires the type of person,
Who is never around.

But maybe if you have someone to ground you,
To be the anchor while you work to break free,
The exertion will change the world around you,
Without ever being at liberty.

And it's alright,
If you want to run sometimes,
Just never make it to or from something,
Because you'll always miss the important signs.

True Self

No matter how much you experience,
You're missing an important part,
Of life, if you avoid conflict,
'Cause it's the only way to a heart,

Or, at least, part of the key.
And argument is not enough,
Nor is physical altercations,
Conflict isn't fisty-cuffs.

It's willingness to expose your true thoughts,
The ones that keep you up at night.
A fight about art is not a conflict,
Unless you fear for your life,

And that it might not be alright,
If someone learns your true weakness,
Because you'll never show them your true self,
Which, again, is an important life experience.

Just Do It

This is what happens when,
You want to do something perfectly:
That something doesn't get done,
And you look like a dweeb,

And the more you do it the less a person you are,
And this is why:
A person's defined by what he does,
Not by what he decides.

And nothing's perfect except by accident,
So nothing planned ever happens anyway.
Okay, there're exceptions to every rule,
Which is also proof of what I say.

And it's alright,
If you fail most of the time,
Those odds are infinitely better than,
If you never cross the line.

Mounting Pressure

How do you keep your chin up?
Let me count the ways,
Unless you're asking how to do it,
Outside the vacuum of your brain,

Where anything can be reduced to nothing,
Though the consequences of that,
Is real physical pain for irresponsibility.
There's no cusion for a door mat.

The only role your insides have in control,
Is how the world views your reactions,
Which has an effect on how you're then treated in the future,
And whether you go through the same shit again.

So, it's alright,
To maintain the face of Job,
In the face of mounting pressures.
Just make sure you knock off your tasks as you go.

How does you know,
What people really think,
When it's so hard to find the place,
Where you are all in sync,

Where you all know you're speaking the same language,
And want to do the same thing,
And there is no doubt that you're not all separating,
And backstabbing,

And talking to each other about how,
One of you just doesn't get it?
If minds were only open for observation...
Well, then, there be no need for poets.

And it's alright,
There may not be any, anyway.
It all depends on the truth behind,
What others say.

Too Much

There's no way one can handle,
Everything at once,
Or even everything one after another,
Or even half as much,

Or even anything at all really,
If one is alone,
And even if not, those with one,
Must care enough to be at home,

When one is calling for the help that, surely,
One will need within one's lifetime,
As everyone who's ever done anything,
Has learned in time.

But it's alright,
If one really has no one,
Then chances are there's nothing to do,
And no one waiting for the conclusion.

Living Good

Things always get better,
Before they get worse,
And then, of course, better again,
And on, until your ride in a hearse.

And if you learn to ride out the bad,
And savour the good,
You may be doing yourself a disservice,
In the name of saving yourself some hurt,

For what is bad is only what it is,
In light of what you do on this earth,
Which is live and learn and form opinions,
Of what you want and what you'd rather deter.

But it's alright,
If you only want to live half a life,
What happens in those times you'd rather avoid,
Aren't very nice.

Status

What is there with status,
That is there intrinsically,
When every person is born equal,
Though some have more money,

And some have more potential,
To be what they want to be,
Or, to be something successful,
In the eyes of society,

Or are just extremely lucky?
Is that a real quality?
And is every person born equal,
Regardless of what they end up to be?

Oh, it's alright,
No future is stamped in stone,
Or, at least, no future is predictable,
No matter what a child is told.

What There Is

There's no time to wonder,
About the things that matter,
Like what's it all for and what's the point,
Of doing anything but gather,

Money, power and, I guess, what else?
Isn't that what it's all about?
Really, is there anything that can get you,
Out?

There is retraction into oneself,
Through connection with an inner being,
Which gives you power over not being hurt,
By anything.

And it's alright,
If that's enough for you.
It's not your fault what society's made,
Of a formerly perfect world.

No More Chances

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

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

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

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

Motivation

One can't be blamed for consistency,
It's the only way to know,
How someone will react to a situation,
Or, at least, which way his mind will go,

Which helps to sort out your own world,
Though there are still infinite factors to address.
You may say you have a friend in arms,
If he does not have to confess,

The 'why's of why he does anything at all.
Wouldn't that be a gas?
Like being two people at once.
Though, you could assume everyone's motivations, I guess.

But it's not alright,
If appearances do not match the truth,
If there's a conscious choice to deceive,
And not an attempt to advise you.

True Wealth

Just go with the flow, you say,
To the thousand millions left to fend,
For themselves while those with most the wealth,
Can't even spare to lend.

When all that money doesn't mean a thing,
Until it is spent,
Except for the potential energy,
And destruction it represents,

And the departure from reality,
For when a dollar no longer has,
Value in the mind of she who holds it,
Those hands that hold it will be the last.

So, it's alright,
If all you have is the love you hold,
Unless you want to buy some food with it,
You have riches untold.

Be Your Self

How much can you change,
Until you're somebody else,
For somebody else until that person,
Is not the person for yourself,

But is in fact the instigator,
Of the creation of the person you are,
Who is not the person you want to be,
Though you would not know that because who you are,

Will not recognize what you used to be,
Because you will be so far gone?
Just remember at every moment in your life,
That there's always time for a revolution.

And it's alright,
If it turns your life upside down,
If you're not who you ought to be anymore.
You know what happens when you reverse a frown:)

Stand Behind Yourself

There is only one way to be,
And that's completely open,
Because the moment you try to hide things,
You stunt the momentum,

Of what it is that you are trying to do,
For others' energy will be misplaced,
And if they wouldn't support you if they knew,
Exactly what was the case,

Then you must search for others equally as open,
That share your morality,
And if they are impossible to find,
You're either evil or not truly looking.

And it's alright,
If you want to go it alone,
If you believe in what you want to do,
Only by not doing it will you need to atone.

Juggling

Things can keep on happening,
In your absence,
As long as you got the ball rolling,
And have the good sense,

To not abandon it with your eyes,
Because it only really wants to be seen,
To be going in the direction you sent it,
Just as you like to know where it is you've been,

To understand who you are,
Because there really isn't any other gauge,
By which to understand the meaning of life,
Just as the ball only knows what tracks it has made.

And it's alright,
If it seems like there're too many balls sometimes,
Thats when you just watch the people watching them for you,
Because people are no different kinds.

It's Not Over

You are ultimately alone,
To choose the path you take,
And remembering that those you see,
Are as unaware of their fates,

And as susceptable to failure,
Due to an unsatisfactory effort,
And an inability to own themselves,
'Cause that's what confidence is for,

And maintaining connections with those who would help them,
And those who would stunt their growth,
And maintaining a smidgen of perspective,
And an iota of hope.

But it's alright,
Or, at least, it may be just yet,
For life can only be lived one day at a time,
And you've still got a few coming, I bet.

Change From Within

There may be different levels,
On which people operate,
Some of which, and probably a minority,
Is mostly double-speak,

And assumptions of collaborations,
Where such collaborations would be evil,
Except that society as it is,
Would not run properly without such people,

Would not run at all for these seem to be the ones,
That make the decisions that affect the most,
Which begs the question, "is it these people or,
Is it just the way things naturally go?"

So, it's alright,
If you want to try your hand,
At changing the way things are done by those in power.
Though, most believe you just can't.

The Moment

Everyday's a new day,
And every moment's just as long,
As every other that seemed an eternity,
And each one that hardly seemed to come along.

And if you're always looking for the next one,
That is so wonderful it goes by so fast,
That you're immediately looking for the next one,
Well, can such a cycle really last?

But what is the alternative, you may ask.
Does one just enjoy the moment?
When one stops to think that they're really all the same,
Then, the one you're in will never end.

And it's alright,
If it all seems a conundrum.
There's really no one that would disagree,
Who has given it some deliberation.

Out of Time

You must take some time out,
Just by yourself,
Without the world to tell you what it needs,
For your mental health,

But it's impossible in this society,
To truly have that,
Which is why insanity is the rule,
And oppression is a fact,

That must be eliminated, at least from,
The construct of Humanity,
And delegated back to Nature,
For simplicity.

And it's alright,
The hangover will go away soon,
From conflicting loyalties to selfish desire,
We'll all be artificially ruined.

A New Morning

Sometimes you just wake up,
As if your life never happened,
It's a new day and all you have to do,
Is what comes up in your noggin.

No responsibilities to anyone,
Until you stop a second and reflect,
That existence is impossible alone,
And you suddenly remember events,

That brought you to where you are, even long ago,
Even completely unrelated,
Like the butterfly on the other side of the world,
Or your thoughts in the last second.

And it's alright,
Sometimes you can just forget.
I think it's called something like meditation,
Used to regenerate and clear your head.

Once you've gotten somewhere,
Where you've done all that you can,
To the extent that you are capable,
It's time to look to other humans,

And have the faith that those making an effort,
Have found themselves thinking the same thing.
Really, what happens is they're always cranked out,
And you just have to catch the next one coming,

And show her that she cannot do it alone,
Because she might not have actually seen,
That there are others like her, and the only way to do more,
Is to look to other human beings.

And it's alright,
If the first one doesn't agree,
We're talking here about a higher consciousness,
Undiscussed for many centuries.

Knowledge

There is always a point,
When you look back at what you've learned,
And are amazed at how little there is,
With very few rocks upturned,

But you forget who you were before the lessons,
And how much it all seemed to you then,
And how the things you don't know now seem could fit,
Inside an infinitely large bin,

Which you are or else you'd never have expanded,
To think that what you know isn't very much.
Embedded in your very being's the tools of knowledge you need,
Without the risk of using all the room up.

And it's alright,
If it seems that you are nearly full.
Just continue to take it all in,
Until you find you're indefatigable.

If You Want

There is nothing more you have to do,
Than continually try,
And continually devise the next step,
With your mind,

And be aware of where you are,
And of where you are going,
And keep an eye out for those who may,
Want to destroy your glory,

For reasons you must understand,
Or you'll never get very far,
And never relax,
If you want a future.

And it's alright,
If you don't,
Or if you can't put in the effort,
To dig that moat.

Did You Do With Abandon?

No matter what you do,
Remember the world is all yours,
Until you die and then it disappears,
Except for others,

And how will they remember what you did,
In relation to the power in your hands?
Will they say, 'She understood no one owns her,
And her life was in her hands.'?

Will they, in retrospect, say you had it right,
That there are no limits to what one can do,
And that you did it in your own way,
Even if it wasn't what you'd planned to do?

And it's alright,
If they chuckle a little bit,
At how your world rubbed up against theirs,
'Cause a life's value's not judged by its conflicts.

Looking Forward

Just because you're not looking forward to something,
Doesn't mean you can't go through it,
With the confidence that it will all work out,
To your benefit,

Or that you are the only one to think so,
Or are the only one responsible,
For the outcome and the consequence,
Or paying for it all.

Close your eyes and put things in perspective,
One day is only a small portion of,
The many that sum up to make your life.
Life itself already burdens you enough.

And it's alright,
If it doesn't all turn out well.
It's more a reflection on life itself,
Than on you're own unique and personal hell.

By One Day

When all one knows you by,
Is the company you keep,
And the intimate knowledge that they have,
Of the place you sleep,

And your daily movements with money,
And the things you do everyday,
How can they possibly know who you are,
Or believe you when you say,

That each day's different and cannot be,
Judged against an ideal life,
Marked by no change even in a structure?
You can't dissect a soul with a knife.

But, it's alright,
Because you know who you are,
And the pain you go through when the expectations fall short,
Of Big Brother.

Mistakes

There are always ups and downs,
Aren't there?
'Cause if there's not, you have a lot of work,
To make life fair,

And to make days short, 'cause that's when you know,
You are having fun.
Yes, when you are actually shortening your life,
That's when you know you've really begun,

To get it right, 'cause that's what you want.
Don't make a mistake or it will cost you,
Your pride and confidence and esteem,
And any self-worth, too.

Wait, it's alright,
To make a mistake, everyone says so.
It's what you do when you realize,
You're going to make more the farther you go.

The Measure of Success

There is really nothing,
That you cannot do,
If the world is at your command,
And you're a good delegator, too,

And you can distinguish one act from another,
Because sometimes it's not that easy,
When trends are such that anything different's a sham,
Especially in fat cat cities.

But know thyself, and be confident in,
The lack of confidence in everyone else.
Ultimately, the truth of your actions,
Is decided by accumulated wealth,

Which is alright,
There needs to be some kind of guage,
And money's just as good as anything else,
Until there is no decent minumum wage.

Questions

Things always get better,
Before they get worse,
And visa versa, if you want to know,
Consciousness' source,

And if you want to know how to avoid,
Negativity at all,
It's not as easy to say bad comes with good,
'Cause, then, what is it all for?

If opposites have to exist so the other,
Can exist, also,
Where is the freedom that makes humans unique,
Or is the freedom that you'll never know?

It's alright,
What's really the point?
Is it that, really, there is no answer,
Or that the question is never going?

Satisfaction

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

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

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

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

Environment

Every choice you make,
Eliminates a few,
And generates a few more to make,
While completely changing your view,

And if you end up looking not where you want,
Then it will take a few more choices than,
What it took to get you where you are,
So, be a bit more cognizant,

Of where your choices take you. Is this obvious?
Because it's a difficult thing to do,
When entrenched in the labyrinth of existence,
Among people who don't really know you.

But it's alright,
No one place is quite easier than the next.
It's all about how you take where you found yourself,
And understand how it can benefit.

Beginnings

Just when you think it's over,
You realize that there was no start,
That there is no point that you can point to,
When there was no art,

When there was no awareness of this world,
Because awareness presupposes that,
There was no Time before we ever knew,
Anything remotely like fact,

Anything remotely like anything,
Like thinking beginnings mean death,
Though it does, the main point of it all,
Is that it means life, no less,

And that it's alright,
To live as if living is no big thing,
Beside the fact that with each new moment,
There is a new beginning.

Hours in a Day

There are ways to get things done.
There are ways to move ahead.
Remember when you felt so overwhelmed?
'There's just no time,' you said.

But there are people with far more to do,
And far more done,
And that is with no more or less,
Visibility of the sun.

'But, there are sacrifices,' you might say.
Well, duh, aren't there always?
'Cause if you don't think so, then I understand,
Why your success is always held at bay.

And it's alright,
If success is not what you want.
It's not for everyone, and besides,
You have to want it a lot.

The Rain

This is what the rain tells you,
When it's stinging to your ears,
And forcing you to take shelter from it,
Despite the many years,

You've plunged yourself right into the thick of it.
How many times have you drenched yourself,
Until your soul is cleansed of all your hurt,
From the places you have dared to delve,

That are never what you expected them to be,
Unless you had no expectations at all,
Which begs the question, why go there?
Why not get surprises where you know you won't fall.

Because, it's alright,
You don't care to do the same old thing,
In the same old place, where rain simply falls,
Like it's fallen for an eternity.

Fighting To Survive

Keeping people off kilter,
Might be your only chance at love,
For life, because it's the only opportunity,
To feel above,

The considerations you know don't matter,
Outside of what you need to survive,
Within the structure of society,
Just like an elk fights to stay alive.

But others will tell you, you must first secure,
That survival before the luxury exists,
To think about the space in between,
Just being and consciousness.

And time's alright,
Whether you're sitting in an armchair,
Or leading the revolution,
The truth is always there.

Opportunities

Sometimes one step at at time,
Can be magical,
If each one's only taken when the time is right,
And you're comfortable.

Walk a mile in a year or two,
You'll find the knowledge you get of the land,
Will be of value when it's recognized,
The advantage,

Of the space you're in, or at least,
The perspective that you have of it.
Shallow understanding is the same everywhere,
While findings in depth are always different.

And it's alright,
Just have faith that your faith will pay off,
Even if you feel unprepared,
You can never be prepared enough.

There's a Hole in my Bucket

There's always a tipping point,
Before the collapse of it all,
Foreseen, not by the one on the edge,
But by the pride before the fall,

And capacity is a funny thing,
It really depends on more than one,
Factor other than the size of the pail,
But by the integrity of its constitution.

And when it fails it will never be the same.
That is the fear of most pails in the world,
And what keeps them half empty most of the time,
Never mind the oppression of dictators.

And it's alright,
If the metaphors seem mixed,
The only way to cope might be to not see the big picture,
Until your emotional holes are fixed.

How To Get Ahead

Be ready for opportunity,
No matter what it is,
By knowing everything at all times,
Even as they go through changes,

For on the cusp is where the money is.
Oops, was that said out loud?
Remember that motivation is born unto,
Not the greedy, but the truly devout,

Or is it riches? There is certainly something,
To be gained by believing that,
What is good for others is good for oneself,
Until you can't afford to ignore fact,

That it's alright,
It seems to find comfort on the backs of others,
Unless your convinced you'll get yours,
In some life lived after.

Living or Not

When you don't know something,
You're pretty much among most,
And when it's about something you hold dear,
You've met the most unsung ghost,

That fills your life with the most meaning,
Grounded in the extreme despair,
That what you love might actually not,
Even be there.

But that is just what life teaches you,
If you refuse to follow the path,
Recommended by 9 out of 10 humans,
Who would prefer a good laugh.

And it's alright,
Just don't get all caught up in deceit,
It's really about knowing what you know,
Which wouldn't satisfy a parakeet.

Getting Through 2

It's never cut and dry,
It's never what it seems to be,
And when you think you have a handle on it,
That's just when it gets free,

That's just when confidence is at the lowest.
Yes, your mind is opening up,
To reveal to everyone who sees you,
How empty is your cup.

But if you forget all the stakes at hand,
And acknowledge that they're only contrived,
It can get you through until you have to take,
Things seriously in order to survive.

And it's alright,
This cycle will never end,
So don't be afraid of losing that great feeling,
Of being completely impotent.

Success

Now you just have to coast it,
All the work is done,
At some point you just have to let go,
At least for a second,

Until that wave is waning again,
And its momentum can't carry you,
And you have a minute to reflect on the ride,
Until it's once again time to do.

And hopefully you will have learned something,
From your experiences so far.
Somethings by now should be second nature,
And first nature should never enter this far.

And it's alright,
If you don't want to improve.
Life's not a game, and whether you succeed or not,
Is not a matter of win or lose.

Doing What You Should

There are many things that one gets,
From another person,
And that does not mean the other owes anything more,
Than that contribution,

It does not mean that your life belongs to,
Any one person's claim,
On a skill you provide for a task or tasks,
Because you and they are not the same,

And if you realize what it is that you do,
That really defines your soul,
And have the means to dedicate yourself to it,
No one has the right to call you home.

And it's alright,
To feel torn about loyalties,
That must means you have a conscience,
Which will be helpful for your true activities.

Letting Go

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

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

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

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

Reallignment

Remember where you came from,
And how you got where you are,
And remember when it was that you felt,
The most natural,

And those moments when you saw something else,
And thought, "that is the thing for me",
Because that was not just you talking to no one,
But something trying to tell you something.

And though it seems that society,
Leads you down a path you cannot escape,
You're either alone, or with people who love you,
And neither would begrudge you a piece of the cake.

And it's alright,
Sometimes things seem really rough,
Like when the world seems to be crumbling.
That's just a chance to say enough is enough.

Desire

If you know where you're going,
And you still feel unsettled,
Despite the fact that you chose the route,
And considered the risk real little,

And are waking up with fear in your stomach,
And a desire to stay in bed,
Knowing that you can't just escape the world,
Thinking you would be better off dead,

Then, if you have the time, it might be best,
To reassess the choices you have made,
And realign yourself with your true desires,
Before your true desires quietly fade.

And it's alright,
If there's a risk in that,
There's also a risk that what you're doing now,
Is killing you quickly, isn't it?

Momentum

What's the value of momentum,
And the effects that it has,
On the thing that is possible,
That never was?

As it snowballs so does it grow,
And bowls over all it sees,
Grabbing people along the way,
If only because they want to be,

Part of the greater group they're not part of,
Because there is strength in numbers,
And everyone just wants to be strong,
Because society just wants to smother.

And it's alright,
As long as the snowball is one of good,
Which means it intends to unify,
Rather than get all that it could.

Undermining

One thing to make absolutely sure,
Is that the environment,
You find yourself in is the ideal one,
For self-improvement.

If it leaves you feeling incomplete,
Or not up to the task,
You can be sure it's undermining your potential,
And there's no need to ask,

Those in charge of maintaining your house.
Feelings can never be wrong.
They may be the result of misinterpretation,
But their reality remains true all along.

And it's alright,
As long as you don't let it sit,
Too long before you do something,
To at least acknowledge it.

What To Do

How to know your calling,
Is the biggest question there is,
Because it requires knowing yourself,
And all of your choices,

And being able to erase yourself,
To see what naturally fills your space,
While not worrying about survival,
Because that's what separates the human race,

From the beasts, oh wait is that for sure,
Because it seems they already have it right,
Except for when they're interfered in by us,
And feel the need to question their own plight.

Oh, and it's alright,
If what you decide is that you don't know.
Just throw yourself into admirable causes,
In case it's the selfish ones that're ultimately your show.

Daggers

You can't escape the daggers,
If you pretend like you don't care,
Or rather, if you truly don't,
Because you're just laying yourself bare.

It is hard but you need some kind of perspective,
That is consistent and outward-looking.
It doesn't matter if it's right at first,
Because you will eventually calibrate,

To what is happening around usually,
And where the hints are of a coming coup.
And these hints are all you'll ever have,
To help protect you.

And it's alright,
If you never want to do something great,
You're basically not living anyway,
So let those daggers penetrate.

Ignoring

You can feel it closer,
If you let it in your mind,
And take responsibility for how,
It evolves in time.

In time it may just reconcile itself,
To a whimper in the back of your mind,
Which means it's real, but you're ignoring it,
And ignoring what it may be in time.

And if you think that it will work itself out,
You're ignoring the process of your mind,
Which never let's a think go unconsciously,
Because it doesn't know what it'll need in time.

And it's alright,
If you just forget your mind,
That will work for just about everything,
But, be aware, it won't work every time.

How To Stay On Top

There is a very fine line,
Between praise and contempt,
Even though you might see no end on moment,
Your stature could be destroyed in the next,

And that is because as you do your best,
Others are doing their's also,
And it might not be fore only good,
And until you fall, you may never know.

And the best way to avoid this disaster,
Is to give the benefit of the doubt,
Not in the goodness of all around you,
But in your commitment to being devout,

To being alright,
Yes, the onus is on you,
Because you're the only one you can control,
And nothing speaks louder than your actions do.

What Progress Really Is

You don't have to know everything,
Just reflect after the fact,
That what you did was not all that you could,
And then relax,

And let it absorb into your soul,
So instinctively it doesn't happen again,
And you can then reflect on something else,
Because it never ends.

But in relation to others there is motion,
So that it really will seem you have arrived,
Compared to some who never reflect at all,
And who by definition are not really alive.

And it's alright,
To be awed by the eternity of it all.
All progress is really only relative.
But all that means is you're not infallible.

The Good Fight

Truth must surely prevail,
Not to sound like a dreamer,
But what else is there to look forward do,
Except a bummer,

Of an existence, expecting nothing,
And getting nothing in return.
The will to fight rests on some kind of ideal,
And the strength lies in the fact you are sure,

That right is on your side, or else it's not,
And you are surely alone,
As one by one everyone learns of your fate,
As a bastard unwilling to atone.

And it's alright,
If not everyone understands,
You always have the very end to look to,
When everyone finally can.

Justice

You can't expect the right thing,
To happen just because,
You recognize that it would be wrong,
And an injustice.

Justice is something that has to be fought for,
And that never wants to rear its head,
Without champions ready to fight for it,
Because it is mostly unwanted,

And has a complex because when it shows up,
It's mostly taken for granted,
Or, at least a great inconvenience,
In the way of personal advancement.

But it's alright,
You know what Hume said:
It will always be those who do the most good for most,
That will be ultimately lauded.

What's Right

There are certain beliefs,
That should completely mould your world,
And bend others to your perspective,
Or your own reality will be unfurled.

And as long as it is ultimately good,
And aims for honesty and justice,
The anger you get for being unmoveable,
Will be appreciated for what it is,

Which is what everyone wants to be,
No matter the consequences,
Though, it might be a strain on worldly facts,
The heart is where the home is.

And it's alright,
If it takes a little time to realize this,
It's not an easy thing, but you won't regret it,
When you look back at how you have lived.

White Lies

When it rains, it pours,
Sometimes it even hails,
And if your lucky fire falls from the sky,
And you must navigate the hell,

And come out unsinged or at least not flinch,
And present yourself with an air of authority,
That you have the right to exist where you are,
And that the mess was an inevitability,

But is not the cue for dismantling,
The structure built to house the person you are.
Only truth can reveal your strongest shell,
And barring that, you must believe in your mars.

And it's alright,
It's better to lie to yourself,
Than to rue those deceits done innocently,
In the throes of defending your own wealth.

The Fantastical

There are certainly those moments,
That seem too odd to be true,
Of course what point of reference do you have,
But this strange reality, too?

Like remember you have no idea,
Where it is that you come from,
And that is do not to ineptitude,
That's not shared by everyone.

So not to take away from magic,
But it's no stranger than truth,
And should do no more to hinder,
After amazing you.

And it's alright,
If nothing actually pans out,
There's always the fantastical to create,
Out of what has already been found.

Community Manager

The world is now expanding,
It’s no longer just where you are,
It’s how you connect to people and in what way,
Which is the gauge for just how far,

You have gone and how far you are going,
Because this is the new way to communicate,
A new world where everything needs to be rebuilt,
And imagined in a whole new way,

And all you have to do is rethink yourself,
To understand how it is you can fit.
The field has changed but the rules are the same,
And you can be just as successful in it.

But it’s only alright,
If you learn how to navigate,
And how to speak in this new language,
And in the world that it creates.

The Ingenuous Life

Don't let someone else guide you,
In how you live your life,
For not every one can be understood by everyone,
Neither jubilation or strife,

For everyone's true route must be made by instinct,
Because logic does not suffice friend.
So imagine someone else guiding you,
Without knowing your preferred and ultimate end.

And if you're lost remember that two things,
Are never exactly alike,
And each new moment's never happened before,
Regardless what it looks like.

And it's alright,
If you want to be rely on others,
Society could not exist as it does,
If only truth guided everyone's answers.

Postal Avoidance

There are times in people's lifes,
Where there just seems too much,
To do and too much to much to think about,
That they soon lose touch,

With the fact that there is something more,
Waiting on the other side,
Of what they're doing which is far less thick,
But which elusively hides,

Always in the tomorrow and never comes,
Because unfortunately,
It seems the way society wants to work,
Is to keep you busy, constantly.

But it's alright,
There's always light at the end,
Even if it never arrives,
It's what keeps you from self-destruction.

Preparation for Life

When you are a baby,
All things are done for you,
You eat the best food possible,
And you're left to sleep, too.

No stress is permitted to enter your body,
For the most important thing,
For parents is for you to grow up strong and healthy,
To prepare you for working,

And lengthened hours and missed meals,
And responsibilities beyond,
What your body should have, but you're already grown,
So there's no need to be kind.

But it's alright,
One day you may have your childhood again,
When you are too old or frail to work anymore,
As long as you have people willing to be your parents.

Being Mean

How you look very often,
Is determined by someone else,
Not just by how they look at you,
But how she looks herself,

And how others see both of you together,
And the rest of the people around,
Whether in the same room or across the ocean,
Or yet to be found.

So observation is a powerful tool,
Even if it requires a view,
That necessarily omits all others,
It's the best that you can do,

To be alright,
With what you've done,
Because there's only so much you can know,
But what you do can start the revolution.

Others' Minds

There are things to do,
But what is there to do?
Is it fair to think that you can change the world,
When it's hard enough to change you?

Every story you hear,
If it is meant to teach something,
Shows some kind of epiphany,
That was not seen coming,

Unless you stopped to think,
That it is not reality.
Even if it is,
Such conclusions require you see,

That it's alright,
Even if the world's against you,
To follow your heart and mind,
And make them do what you want to.

Engineering

When things recoup their image,
And return to what you know,
Which isn't the most ideal situation,
When it's not where you want to go,

The only thing that saves you is the possibility,
That it may not end up to be what you thought,
By chance or by the engineering of your life,
That it is not all for naught.

But by chance it is only a hope,
And by engineering there is a real chance,
That in the marriage of your own life,
You actually wear the pants.

And it's alright,
Not when you realize all your dreams,
But when you realize that what life's about,
Is this engineering.

Restart

There comes a moment,
In everyone's life-
Well, actually there comes a few thousand,
If you're living life right,

Where you question where you find yourself,
And whether you're in the right place,
And prepared yourself enough for survival,
Among the human race,

And contemplate just giving it all up,
And starting once again,
To end up where the grass is greener,
Now that you know all you can.

But it's alright,
You don't have begin from the start,
You can just jump into the moment,
As if you were just born, as if it was art.

Learning to Walk

You can't get anything,
Without asking for it,
In some whay or other, whether verbally,
Or in the sub-conscious.

But when the former, it is better,
For you have to do the exercise,
Of legitimizing the its necessity,
Something that has to be done no-wise.

And then the richness of life presents itself,
Like if you were able to be completely conscious,
Of the decision-making process when throwing a ball,
Or, at least, able to witness it.

And it's alright,
If it takes you a while to do it,
Like walking, it's something you do without thinking,
Until you want to make it perfect.

Happy Holidays

What there is left to do,
Can be overwhelming,
When you have so little time to do it,
And so many people expecting,

It all to just be done and with a smile,
And as if there was nothing to do.
It's like denying the elephant in the room,
While it's shitting on you.

And there's not enough hours in the day,
At the best of times.
Not to blame society for everything,
But everything before it was just fine.

And it's alright,
You just have to tweek your mind,
And believe this is what Nature is all about,
And you should make it through just fine.

Under the Gun

When there are challenges,
That you have let slip,
Communication is the only thing,
That will rectify it.

And when you find that you are under the gun,
And you have to save your good name,
Staying calm under the preasure is good,
But if you fail, then it's just lame.

Problem-solving is the key for you,
And creativity in the face of chaos,
For no one else could really do what you do,
If what you do is minimize the loss.

And it's alright,
If this fills you with anxiety,
As you get older your skin will get thicker,
And it all won't mean a thing.

Intention

There's nothing quite so depressing,
As a life without self-reflection,
Even if such thoughts lead to depressing discoveries,
And depression.

For no one has disagreed throughout the ages,
That what's involved in the meaning of life,
Is a leap of faith regarding what it's all for,
Whether aesthetics, community or strife.

So without thinking on what it is you do,
And why it is you do it,
You're just floating through the air like a leaf,
And like a leaf you are not important.

Unless, alright,
You've decided that's what life's all about,
And you've consciously given up your consciousness.
Now, that would be something devout.

Reinventing

Keep changing who you are,
It's the only way to do,
A lot of things herein summarized,
To help you:

The different perspectives will help you to see,
The different perspectives there can be,
And so understand others a little better,
As well as your own psychie.

Others will be amazed by your chameleon-like nature,
For so many others lack that, themselves,
And they will also not know how to handle you,
For into which one of you do they delve?

And it's alright,
You won't lose sight of who you really are.
You'll learn something new each time you reinvent yourself,
To add to your self-assessment jar.

Missteps

It's easy to become depressed,
And forget who you are,
And release all of the self-confidence that comes easily,
When you don't engage yourself,

With others so that you are invested in them.
That might be a mistake if you think,
That your intentions will be understood,
Separately from how your actions link,

To the fortunes of others,
Because people only believe what is real,
Are the things they can hold and how they affect them,
Because they physically heal.

But it's alright,
If you remember where your heart lies,
And be damned others' unappreciativeness,
When they avoid your eyes.

Never Tell

There are more things below the heavens,
Than can be comprehended by one soul,
And relationships that cannot be understood,
Except as not to touch them with a ten foot pole.

And most of what you hear should never be uttered,
But absorbed as knowledge for yourself,
As examples of things that exist that no one sees,
And reminiscent of everything else,

That is absorbed by others that you'll never see,
Or that you wouldn't understand anyway.
Stick with what you know and to your own business,
And you'll eventually have your day.

And it's alright,
To take some time to understand this,
But eventually you will have to grow up,
Or you stand to take some vary dangerous risks.

What's the Truth?

There is no one person,
Who's exactly what he seems,
And if the more he wishes to misrepresent himself,
The more creative he's been,

And the more untruthful, but what does that mean?
I guess there's no real excuse,
If you are found to be not what you say,
There's every right to alienate you,

And even if it was an honest mistake,
There's no way of telling everyone,
Of the good intentions in your heart,
For all that exists is perception.

And it's alright,
If you turn out to be a sham,
As long as it came from a good place,
Or from insane compulsions.

Interinformation

There is no one thing you're doing,
That is a thing among itself.
Its context is informed by your other tasks,
And the tasks of everyone else,

And what you learn from that thing will apply,
To the other things you're doing also,
And may help or hinder them, depending,
On how open you are as you go,

And on how much you treat life as a journey,
And not as a series of tasks,
Leading to their own ends in themselves.
But, who really does that, one might ask.

And it's alright,
If you're one of the the people who do,
You're also probably the kind to do things,
With a more open point of view.

Tired Again

How can you be both open,
And exclusive to your views,
On how things should be done while sitting in,
A position you abuse,

And sitting in a position you should use,
To collaborate to the benefit of all,
Instead of assuming that what you envision,
Is universal,

And that no other input is required,
Beyond the muscles to enact things,
Until you find yourself in the unenviable position,
Of being,

Alone, alright,
Right up until you think you are surrounded,
By the people who can defend you,
Against this underestimated threat?

2.0

If the new age is about collaboration,
And interconnectivity,
Fashioned after the lessons of the internet,
And early post-modern philosophy,

And it's possible for many people,
To do one thing as an aggregate,
So that every action can be better informed,
Not by one person, but a regiment,

Then how does one treat of love and money,
The two things that make the world go round?
The point might be that you must let go of your ego,
And learn to spread it around.

And it's alright,
If you don't want to play that way,
You'll either get left behind or tampled,
By this new millennium wave.

In Case You Don't Believe It's Over

You can never know the thoughts,
Of another person,
Even if they tell you what they are,
They're in a state of confusion.

And when you feel everyone else knows,
Something you do not,
Wait a minute and you will find the tables turned,
And your past battles needlessly fought.

And when you feel you know more than everyone,
Ride that wave until it dies down,
Because everyone else is so confused,
They may believ it until the truth is found,

Which will be never, alright,
Not even when the cows come home.
Even the sagest person you might meet,
Is a product of just being alone.

Self-Worth

When you get what you're worth,
You believe you're worth much more,
And when you don't, you undervalue yourself,
And keep yourself poor,

And when you have no idea,
Well, that's everyone's greatest dream,
Being grateful for whatever you get,
And not upsetting the team,

Which is a misnomer for equality does not exist,
Where value judgements are made.
You must acknowledge your own standing,
For your fire not to fade.

And it's alright,
You can do this anytime,
Though there's no better time than the present,
If you want your fire to shine.

Chances

Those moments spent in anger,
At the world at large,
For ignoring the needs of the individual,
For a credit card charge,

For forgetting that a society,
Is meant to give freedom to roam about,
And not get devoured by wild animals,
Not to figure new ones out,

To create an atmosphere of equality,
Where all have the chance to live fulfillingly,
And not spend one third of life doing something,
Just to have the money to spend the rest worrying.

Can be alright.
Half of it is attitude,
That's why crazy people can withstand extreme cold,
While they are practically nude.

Basement Hole

You let only a little seep in slowly,
Though that is still enough,
To fill the pit inside so much so,
You threaten the love,

For the capacity that makes your holes,
Something to put up with.
But now that other things may get involved,
You wonder how full the cup is,

And pretend that nothing is due to you,
Though the coldness from your soul infects,
Every nook that anyone can feel,
Or rather, what anyone lets.

And it will be alright,
If it all gets fixed in the end,
Because it's obvious who's in the wrong,
And who really needs the mend.

A Higher Level

There is no greater level,
On which you can operate,
For there is one factor that levels everything,
No matter how much you computate,

No matter the results of the actions,
That are based on your understanding,
For results only prove that what you've done so far,
Managed to get you everything,

But the philosophy you base your actions on,
Fails if the world should shift tomorrow,
Assuming it was right in the first place,
And this is only one scenario.

So, it's alright,
To question your own moves sometime,
Until you start to question everything,
Other than as a question in your spare time.