Winding Up

If you want to make things happen,
Write it down,
Not to give it to the Universe,
But because life's too endowed,

With responsibility just to,
Keep your head above the water,
Not to put it all on society,
But living with others really does sour,

The opportunity for self-actualization,
Because everyone expects so much,
Of course they also provide the background of,
The things that actually actualize, as such.

And it's alright,
Everyone gets this way sometime,
Just steal a moment to yourself,
And reflect on how everything's just fine.

Get More

If you want to get something,
Done before you die,
That is more than just learning how to survive,
More than just getting by,

That is more than pleasing everybody,
Except yourself,
Or living only for your own desires,
In the name of mental health,

That is more than acheiving the kind of success,
That makes you lauded in your own age,
Because there's a higher standard that can expand,
Your work past your current stage,

Well, it's alright,
All you have to do,
Is forget about everything that you want,
And make no excuses for you.

Release

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

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

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

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

Impossible Success

Is there really so much,
Going on,
That tasks are always being completed,
And nothing seems to be getting done,

That the end of the day never comes,
Where there is a flawless sleep,
Because the next thing's always calling to,
Be complete,

That what one loves and what one has to do,
Can never be one and the same,
Or, at least, if they are, there has to be,
Some kind of intrinsic change,

To make it alright,
To actually do it,
Because others around would never stand,
A success that is legit?

Why Not All?

What does it take to make it,
And what does make it mean?
Other than to have the freedom to do what you want,
Without having to live lean,

Without having to wonder if you will still,
Be able to do what you want later,
Because you're now just taking the chance,
That you'll somehow have the same freedom in a year.

Which you won't unless you are,
Of a very, very small group,
As it is now, as it has always been,
Until there is some kind of real coup,

That makes it alright,
To be born anywhere,
And still have as much comfort as someone with,
A silver spoon serving up his fare.

You Moving?

It is very easy,
To get stuck in a rut,
And imagine you're going places,
But,

If you stop and look around you,
You might notice that others,
Are actually moving and you're disoriented,
Into feeling your motion is forward,

Until the moment you wake up,
And all your joints are aching with the truth,
That the illusion of motion's been deceiving,
You since the moment that you left youth.

And it's alright,
At least you'll think that until the next phase,
When you realize that it's really too late,
For this motionless life to be saved.

Finally Doing It

No, it's never to late,
But, if you have to ask,
You've probably been down this road before,
With some other task,

And to say to just do it,
Probably isn't enough.
What's more likely needed is,
A stiff kick in the butt.

And even then, the chances that the conditions,
Are just right for making it work,
Are probably less than that Magnum P.I.,
Was really thirty-two.

And it's alright,
If the reference is lost on you,
Like all things anyone says, this advice is anything but,
New.

Capacity

Not every missed opportunity,
Need be a cause for regret,
Because it's not obvious in any given situation,
Which route is the best bet,

To success, and it just might be,
That you did just the right thing,
Though, this could all just be a cop-out,
For not seeing,

The big picture, or at least not keeping your eye,
On the ball.
So, do you need to change who you are,
Or just not need to understand it all?

And it's not alright,
To just say that's just how things are,
Because if anything makes us human at all,
It's that we can step up and demand more.

The Truth

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

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

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

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

Who to Know

The waves of reality are such,
That if you want to know how you're made,
You must pay attention to the rhythm of your belly,
As your body follows the waves,

And take note your perceptions on the highs,
And on the lows,
Not the specifics, mind you, only the structure.
It's not what, but how you know.

And all this means that you must live first,
Before you can know how it is you live,
Which is both dangerous and exhilarating,
And must be risked if you are ever to give,

A representation that's alright,
And true to who you are.
What is there to know in life, if not yourself,
Before the position of the stars?

What There Is

Are there two sides to everybody,
Or more,
Or simply no discernable characteristic make-up,
That is neither a person nor,

A jumble of perceptions, and if there's not,
How could anyone have assumed to write,
A description of anyone else,
Unless they really might,

Be thinking of a world where people exist,
Whose minds actually are set fast,
And know what they would do given any situation,
That they actually think can last?

It's alright,
To try to understand the world,
In terms of a way that can be understood,
Just don't forget that it is always unfurled.

Randomness

Can truth come out of randomicity?
Isn't reality proof of that?
And if you describe whatever's given to you,
Isn't that a truthful act,

That reveals not only what you see,
But what you don't?
If I had a penny, no tenner, for all the things I miss,
I'd still never be rich enough for this joint.

But everything can be connected,
No matter how distant they seem,
For the randomness of structure and form,
Underlines absolutely everything.

And it's alright,
If you have to organize the randomness,
To get a handle on how the world is just,
Intrinsically a chaotic mess.

Finally

It's never too late,
To know thyself,
And in this age of anything's possible,
There's a tool on the shelf,

Waiting for you to use it expertly,
Even if no one has been able to,
See it as even anything useful,
Except you.

And to translate your idiosyncrasy,
Into something others can understand,
is the surpising accomplishment,
of every great man.

And it's alright,
If it takes you a while,
To figure out what you have to offer,
Just stop being in denial

Lying Story

He ended up destroyed,
Because he lost himself in the ploy,
After he found himself defending a lie,
About a high-powered, remote toy.

The sun was out and the heat was on,
As he met, by chance, is very best friend,
From whom he'd borrowed money to buy a gift,
That he never bought in the end,

Instead, he paid some bills and got drunk,
And now he has nothing for that same friend's son,
As he tells his friend that he was robbed,
At the same time the two of them were on a run.

But it's alright,
He has another friend or two,
That will stay his friends until that time,
When his best friend tells them what he can do.

Being Others

You can't be someone else,
Period.
You are who you are, and the best you can do,
Is paint over it,

And as you know paint will peal and crack,
And must be sanded and reapplied,
And if you want the same colour again,
You must keep a sample of what you first buyed.

And if you think that this is rudimentary,
You are right, but people often forget,
That being who you are naturally,
Is your best bet,

For being alright,
And excelling at what you do best,
Unless, that is, you're best at being others,
Then go on and be my guest.

Intentions

Can you misrepresent yourself,
So that other people think,
Your intentions are other than they are,
To hide that you are a rat-fink?

It all depends on your definition,
Of the word 'intentions',
For if you want to avoid all mistakes,
It should be synonymous with 'actions',

And then no thought exists before its actualization.
Oh, what a shallow world that is,
Unless you stop to think about all of your own thoughts,
That may as well never exist,

Because they're alright,
As a reverie.
The risk comes taking some of your darkest thoughts,
And making them reality.

It's How You Look At It

Fortunes change in a second,
Though a lifetime may be dedicated to that,
And if anyone tells you events are just random,
Well, they are right, but also sad,

Because they also are not depending on,
How you look at it,
Because that's the only control you have over life,
So why not work at surrendering it?

Because that makes you so much larger,
Than just a candle blowing in the wind.
It also gives you a powerful ally,
In a force that will never end.

And it's alright,
No matter how you look at it,
You'll always be the one that has to cope,
With however life is interpreted.

Book

This is a story of love,
For the story of love,
Of the varied choices left to one,
After being stripped of,

All pretension to knowing what is right,
Or even knowing anything at all,
Just as each generation has to remind itself,
To get finally get beyond,

The legacy of those who came before:
A method born of habit.
But all is lost once it is realized,
That this new story can have no end,

Because it's alright,
To describe a world built on assumptions,
But try to make sense of one built on truth,
And you'll soon find yourself with no foundation.

Who's Crazy

Yes, everyone's crazy,
Because no one knows for sure,
If what they're being told by everyone else,
Springs from nature,

Or from deceit, if you consider them opposites,
And no one knows if what they're saying themselves,
Is based on truth or even honesty,
Because humanity's innocence fell,

With the decision to live together,
And to spare each others' pain,
For both require a certain amount of obfuscation,
And estimating what's in the other's brain.

And it's alright,
There is one test for finding out:
Just compare what someone says to what they do,
And if they match, then you can suspend your doubt.

Headache

To know what it is you want to,
Do with you life,
Requires a certain knowledge of yourself,
And your price.

And should you expect to be happy all of the time,
Once you've figured it out?
It's all a bit obtuse when it's not even clear,
What 'doing' is really all about.

And while you're sorting it there're still things to do,
Demanded by society,
If you let it rule your life,
Instead of living as you want to be.

And it's alright,
If you go through life never satisfied.
Join the club.
At least you'll be allied.

What Now?

When your hands are full,
But you really don't mind,
Don't make excuses to others,
For a life that is sublime,

For outside of the society you live in,
That demands much work for little pay,
Imagine what you'd be doing with no rules,
And then think what you would say,

In those moments of pure idleness,
When your mind's free to contemplate,
Why you've ended up where you are,
And what you're here in the first place,

And you'll see it's alright,
That society ain't all that great,
Except for the freedom it gives your mind,
From the onus of figuring out where you originate.

The Top

Can you keep on going?
Is there time to stop?
What are others doing, either way?
Are you barred from being on top?

And is the one on top the one who won't stop,
And is the oldest of those who don't?
Surely, there's more than just perseverance to succeed,
Like nature, nurture, geography and hope.

And a combination of these is probably the way,
That one succeeds at what she does.
And for that matter, there are many tops,
To be striven for by many humans.

And it's alright,
If you don't know which one to strive for.
But if you don't pick at least one randomly,
You're guaranteed to never get off the floor.

Perspective

When the darkness has fallen on you,
And only clawing will help you out,
Be comforted by the thought that when you are,
There will still be doubt,

And there will still be just as far to go,
To reach any true happiness.
Like any absolute, the distance to it,
Is infinite,

And any joy you can grasp in relation to,
What you had a moment ago,
Is a triumph beyond all miracles,
That you can ever know,

Because it's alright,
Until you start to think about it,
And then you wish you never had,
And just continued to just exist.

It's Not About You

No matter how much you think about it,
Nothing will change,
Unless you take it upon yourself,
To amend your brain,

And consciously make the world,
Not how you naturally see it.
Because, remember, nature is a combination,
Of who you are and what you found yourself taught.

And it's bullshit if someone tells you,
You were taught all wrong.
With everyone in the world taught differently,
They're just angry that you'v got more going on.

And it's alright,
If they search for themselves in everything that you say.
Chances are they're just hoping you haven't found out,
How they actually have none of the things for which you've paid.

The Enviable Life

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

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

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

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

The Value of You

What's the measure of a man?
It depends on who
Holds the ruler and where it is he got it,
Because there's no likeness between any two,

But if it happens that there's still an agreement,
Among an impressive population,
That you are made of laudible qualities,
Then,the scale has reached objectification,

Not as a measure of who you are, though,
But of the calibration of a few,
For no matter how many are in agreement,
There are an infinite more who are not, too.

So, it's alright,
If you're told you're great or good for nothing,
The only critique that is ruler in its universe,
Is your own self-judging.

This Little Piggy

No moment is wasted,
Even the wasted ones,
Even if you are thinking nothing at all,
And creating no productions,

Even if what you are doing,
Is impeding others from doing things, themselves,
Reminding them that you exist,
But leave everything on the shelf.

Mere existence is a powerful thing,
And consciousness of it, even more,
Especially in light of the fact that you can't,
Know that other people are.

And it's alright,
If you don't intend to be productive again,
You won't be able to avoid it,
Being a human.

Life Well-Lived

Is it ever too late?
Not if you're among the right crowd,
And you don't forget what it is you love,
And how,

To do it in such a way,
That you forget,
That you're doing it for someone else,
Because you wouldn't,

And still be doing it with honesty,
Because that is the point,
Unless you want to live a life unlived,
Because then you'll be going,

To be alright,
Because there's no hard and fast rule,
That life should be lived any specific way,
Unless you want to be arbitrary, too.

It's Soon

It is any day now,
And it's like time has stood still,
And you don't know what it's going to be like after,
So, what is life until,

That moment, and what is that moment, too?
Where is it you are residing?
Or, perhaps you should just appreciate now,
What you are experiencing.

And when the time comes that it's all in the past,
You can remember that you were once,
Someone completely different than who you are now,
And that in identity there's no permanence.

And it's alright,
Life is full of these little things,
That make you question what it's all about,
And makes you pray for no endings.

Making Change

Things can change very quickly,
In fact, they do,
And keeping track of where the changes lie,
Is only helpful to a few,

Whose joy comes not from living life, per se,
But from analysing life so far,
While for the rest of humanity,
It's a constant war,

Of conflicting passions and the thoughts that serve them,
Amid this background of ambition.
Change is necessary when you want something else,
But only of a portion,

Of what's not alright,
Because some things need to stay in place,
For the things you want to have any meaning.
Really, it's a losing race.

Non-Stop Train

If this was the last time,
You had to do something,
Because your life was about to change,
Categorically,

So that there was no turning back, unless,
You completely changed who you are,
Would you do that something, even if it meant,
Also changing who you are?

Because, here's the thing, you are never,
Who you were, anyway,
Except in so far that in any circumstance,
You'd act a certain way.

And it's alright,
If you're distracted right now.
You won't be held accountable for what you do,
Unless you cause a row.

Those things which you accomplish,
Which are done in private,
Shed more light on your sence of being,
Than on your accomplishment,

For reaction is completely up to you,
Whether indifference or praise,
Whether from yourself or given to others,
To appraise,

And the satisfaction you get from the task,
May be from the task itself or others' view,
Of the task's benefit to society,
And ultimately its value.

So, it's alright,
To go ahead and try it yourself,
And see whether you keep it to yourself,
Or if its life relies on something else.

Lame

The more that you do,
The more there is to do,
And the more things come up because other people will want you to,
Do things for them, too,

Because it's hard to get people to do,
Anything that has nothing to do,
With what will help only a choice few,
That will probably not include you.

And this is nothing really new,
It is basically the view,
Of the majority of people you knew,
From birth until today around noon.

But now it's alright,
Everybody wants to debut,
Their interest in helping others to,
Start making this world new.

Quagmire

It really never ends,
And society's to blame,
And if you never get out of this mess,
The complaint can be the same,

With no accusations of passing the buck,
For your ambitions only exist,
Within this arena that values money,
And digs you into a pit.

And never mind those who seem to get it,
Because most of them really don't,
And those who do were created specifically so,
There's an iota of hope.

And it's alright,
There's much that society never made,
Like your reflections on it,
And your indignation will never fade.

What You Are

Simply speak what's in your mind,
For there's nowhere else to go,
But know yourself enough to clear out the things,
About which you don't know,

Which are still you, but more the curious side,
Or, perhaps, the side that wants to please,
Yourself by pretending you know a lot,
But really only regurgitates what he sees,

And must hide his discomfort by-
Or maybe you just can't.
There are those who make a living out of bullshitting,
But bull shit's all they havin in their brain pan.

And it's alright,
If that is you,
You're speaking honestly and it doesn't mean,
You don't use what you know for doing good.

Art

There are many ways,
To skin a cat,
With different results as good as another,
Depending on where you're at,

And the value you put upon function or form,
And what pleases you regarding each one,
Which is why two different people can make,
Two works of art, each worthy of recognition,

And why the one can't show the other,
How to make the same thing,
Except to the extent that it will be,
Completely unique to the person making,

As long as she's alright,
And is doing her work honestly,
For that is what separates art from nothing,
And dreaming from reality.

Connection

What do you lose without connection,
To those around you?
What might be a good question to start with,
Is that what anyone can do?

No matter how hard you try, you do not know,
Whether you are dreaming or are awake,
Or whether you are the only one in the world,
So what difference can connection make?

The next time you talk to someone you know,
Imagine how you are being seen,
And feel the emotions being elicited.
Can you do this as a human being?

Oh, it's alright,
Sometimes you just have to go by how you feel,
Whether those feelings reflect connection or not,
They are the only things you can say are real.

Purge

Purge what is harmful,
For you do not want it,
And it takes up space that is better used,
For something that benefits,

And something will step up to fill the space,
You are afraid of leaving by the purge,
For it is not unnoticed that you will not stand,
None but purity to endure,

And if nothing else, simplicity will ensue,
For the absence of that which hurt,
And clouded all the good things. Is this specific?
Only too much reading would yield up that word.

And it's alright,
To think whatever you will,
Even if you are absolutely right,
You're not. It's simply how the space is filled.

Building

How do you do something right?
It's hard to find the criteria,
That satisfies everyone,
With an idea.

You might agree that it shouldn't fall,
And it should do what it was meant to,
And it does no damage to the environment,
Though, that consideration is quite new,

And it probably should be informed by,
Similar tasks done in the past,
And include proven attributes,
To help it last.

And it's alright,
If it does none of these things.
Some accident might come out of it,
That creates a new, useful something.

Permanence Amidst Change

Being convinced by someone,
Has nothing to do with one's head.
"Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding",
As David Hume said.

And is it practice or a true belief,
In what is related, that gives it force?
Well, as in all things, including nature or nurture,
It is either or a mix of both.

And happy are those who can both believe,
And have others believe, as well,
For reality is no more than understanding,
Until facts become insurmountable.

And it's alright,
Reality was never meant to remain,
The same from one moment to the next,
Or there'd never be a human brain.

Life's Unnexpected Joys

As things die,
New things take their place,
As if some law of Nature demands,
There be no unoccupied space,

And what is new may be anything,
As far as your awareness can comprehend,
But like anyone knows, who's seen a baby develop,
Some traits are simply predestined,

And how you nurture them both affects their growth,
And the health of who you are, yourself,
And also offers you a second chance,
To learn, again, you must not think, or else,

You won't be alright,
For only instinct can tell you what's right,
And thought can only help you navigate,
Once you've determined your line of flight.

Meaning

The only way that words can tell you,
Exactly what they mean,
Is through an exhaustive review of the life,
From which they are coming,

Which also requires that one step into,
A life completely foreign,
And impossible to experience, even if it is,
For such a task requires giving,

Up who you are, which is both impossible,
And negates the purpose of stepping in,
For then the perspective needed to understand,
Is lost. Do you understand the problem?

And it's alright,
If you don't,
It probably means the meaning of your words,
Also won't.

Me Again

You can only eat an elephant,
One bite at a time,
And even if it takes one thousand bites,
I will finish mine,

Even if it takes destroying myself,
For a little while.
To think of all the steps taken since that moment,
It's almost be one thousand miles,

With not much to show for it except the negative,
Proof of my accomplishments,
And even then the breadth of my thickest morsels,
Are without my existence's benefit.

And it's alright,
I will disappear again.
I always knew this would happen one day,
And I would have a bout of indigestion.

Keeping Up

Many people say life is short,
And many people say life is long,
Just as many say it's not worth a thing,
Depending on where you're from,

And depending on how you were raised,
Life might have never given you a chance,
To make it any more than a catch-up game,
Without the opportunity to dance,

Or shout with any intent other than anger,
Because true happiness requires that,
You have some leisure, outside of survival,
Isn't that a fact?

And it's alright,
If you don't agree.
Life may just be a survival game,
And happiness is winning.

Almost Famous

Here's what you need for success:
It's about five things packed into one,
Including an ability to connect,
With just about everyone,

And then a capacity to understand,
Just about anything,
Which requires an honesty second to none,
That, as well, is generally appealing,

And your ideas need to correlate,
Exactly with the times,
Like an FDR before the war,
And then you must be in peoples' minds.

And it's alright,
If you're not successful right now,
All you need are all five to meet for a moment,
For a taste of it, anyhow.

Connecting

Don't go all out,
With who you really are,
For part of being human's holding back,
From going to far,

Into the world, for the more you do,
The more it tends to want to be like you,
And rob others of the right of being,
Proportionately real, too.

Even those who seem to dominate,
And achieve fortune and fame,
Could never had succeeded without intimacy,
With those who helped promote their name.

And it's alright,
To expand your world anyway,
It just means you'll be a psychopath,
And will be put in jail one day.

Peaks

The peaks often get the spotlight,
And define the moments of your life,
And present the most horrifying combinations of,
Desires and unrequite,

And the importance of the moments that lead up to them,
Are belied by that word 'up',
When in truth every moment's equal,
And blah, blah and yadda, yadda.

What does one live for, if not the future?
Even ecstacy's loved for how it goes on,
And missed the moment it runs out of gas,
And is gone.

Oh, it's alright,
There are also those moments you contemplate,
On how no moment's more intense than another,
If you can recalculate.

Why Things Happen

When things come to a head,
It doesn't mean there's any fate,
That has grouped all these ends at the same time,
Unless you contemplate,

That, then, every circumstance ever created,
Is choreographed by fate, too,
Which is really to say nothing until you start talking,
Of the person who,

Makes that acknowledgment, because she is the one,
Who has any identity in this scenario.
She could decide that it is fate today,
And chaos tomorrow.

Which is alright,
Because neither view affects how things will be,
For to know that would require also having,
ESP.

Truthfulness

There is no way to test the truth,
Behind the civilities of life,
Without some kind of sledge hammer,
With which to create strife,

And then to see the reaction of those,
Whose truthfulness you suspect,
Because, of course, if they have nothing to hide,
Their reaction will be quite direct,

Without the threat of disbanding all that came,
Before your interuption to the norm,
But if, all of a sudden, they pull the plug,
On your whole relationship, then be warned,

That it's alright,
To walk away from them at that moment,
In fact it's suggested unless truthfulness,
To you, is of no importance.

The Point

The whole point really is this,
And the intention is to not get too simple,
For far too often the answer's left for you,
To have a whole bunch of blanks to fill,

And it is also not going to be hard,
To get the nugget of the truth in it,
Because so many people try to answer it all,
Which is a task that is infinite,

And there will be no ingoring of the fact,
That the point is unique to each unique person,
Because circumstances certainly affect the route,
Each person takes to absolution.

And it's alright,
If it's not even arrived at here,
There's really not much else to say,
That would make the point any more clear.

Usefulness

Nothing is totally useless,
In fact, even useless has its use,
And the only thing that you have to ensure,
Is that the use is built on truth,

Or not, for there is a use for falsehood,
And even a use for uses that you'd not,
Want to touch with a 12 foot pole,
Unless it's something that you really want.

It's quite amazing the things you will forgive,
If the benefits seem worth it,
And that value judgement's completely rests,
On the usefulness of your perspective.

And it's alright,
Everything can be forgotten,
Even deals with the devil,
That lead to greats savings for things boughten.

Privacy

In this new world,
No one wants to talk about privacy,
Which is reminiscent of a book once written,
Where they even had their own speak,

Where one's life was under constant review,
Oh, wait, that world was much different than now,
For there were things that you could not say,
Or do, unless you were hidden in town,

And even then, privacy was everything,
No one could know what you were doing or where you were,
Unless you made no mark on the world,
With no responsibility or vigor,

To make things alright,
Because privacy was ultimately lost,
And it turns out that's what makes a human,
And why they must have it at any cost.

Persona

There are two ways to take everything,
Personally and as business,
And which one you choose to take is informed by,
The outcome you'd like best:

Do you want others to think you're soft,
Or that you know your place in this world,
Or that you have feelings,
Or that you're not sure,

Or that there's no guessing where you're coming from,
Or that you only care about one thing,
Like being fair or being properly paid,
Over everything?

Alright,
It's kind of a trick question,
Because each time you have to take a step back to know,
Which mask is the best option.

Getting Ahead

If you're thinking it is too late,
Then you're probably right,
Not becuase time has necessarily run out,
But because you're out of fight,

Which is all that separates completion,
From wishing you'd never started,
Because there's many forces against you,
Both obvious and uncharted,

Both from others and from yourself,
From chance and the inflexibility of life,
From the fact that to plan anything,
Is unnatural and destined for strife.

But it's alright,
Sometimes things go as planned,
And that's because you force them into reality,
Which is the secret of every great human.

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.