You Need

Perseverance,
Is really the key,
Or at least a main ingredient,
To accomplish something successfully,

For you can't please all the people all the time,
And to achieve anything,
You need to please at least one hundred people,
Eventually,

Because you can't do anything in a bubble,
Outside of others who see it,
And give it reality,
And make it legit.

And it's alright,
If they don't,
You must persevere even in death,
And live on in hope

Don't Let It Slip By

When all of a sudden,
You go from glad to sad,
From thinking that your life is enviable,
To cursing what you have,

And cursing what you've done and didn't do,
As the time slips quickly by,
And you've lived a life without risk,
Having left all sleeping dogs lie.

And you wonder what you will say to yourself,
In that eternal moment when,
You know you're never to return to your body,
And you haven't been true to what's within.

Well now, alright,
Now is your big chance,
To take this realization and do something with it,
Other than just wet your pants.

Don't Think

It never gets better,
It never gets worse,
Words spoken by a true child of this society,
Where you're born into a hearse,

Where nothing unexpected ever happens,
And if they happen to.
There is ample proof at your fingertips,
To show that assumption to be untrue,

Because everything under the sun,
Has happened before in some form,
And if you haven't actually experienced it,
Count youself amongst the norm,

Because, it's only those who are alright,
Who have the world at their command,
And can try anything that they want,
Without reprimand.

When You Stop to Think About It

How many things are priorities,
To get your life done right?
Between work and family and self-fulfillment,
It gets pretty tight,

Between helping others and not hurting them,
Between remembering to appreciate nature,
And contributing to the progress of our species,
And keeping the process pure,

Between learning from our mistakes in the past,
And reliving our greatest moments,
And reminding ourselves how all of it,
Is all a product of our senses.

And then, it's alright,
To take the time our of your life,
To engage in pure self-indulgence,
In a debaucherous and drunken night.

Of What's Around You

Things can be great examples,
Of what to and not to do,
Especially when taken from media,
Like TV and You Tube,

And news reports from any source,
As long as the example comes from a view,
That doesn't conflict with the perspective,
Already held by you,

And those around you, because unless you are,
Held captive against your will,
You will surround yourself with like-minded people,
Whose opinions help to instill,

That it's alright,
Believing what you do,
Especially when there's enough choice out there,
That you can ignore what doesn't appeal to you.

It's Not Always Refreshing

When your season comes a-calling,
In which all around you grows,
And the culmination of it all just proves,
How little your body goes,

To reach the heights that the world offers,
Both in what you can do and what you think,
Whether you blame the seed that gave you life,
Or the ground from which you drink,

Or the air that served to sufficate you,
Because it lacked the food with which to strive,
Those around you are on the same earth,
And use the same elements to survive.

And it's not alright,
To soothe yourself to say,
"If I look hard, I am just as robust".
Those are just words of escape.

You're Not Alone

Just because you're the most educated,
Doesn't mean you've the most independent mind,
In fact, chances are you are a good example,
Of the most mediocre kind,

Of human created by this system,
And it's not to say,
That those who've escaped are good humans either,
Because they're, in their own way,

Products whose destiny is to deceive,
To bring about their own ends.
And if you think living life with only love is gay,
You've your own deviance,

Making it alright,
That people live in fear and anxiety.
Is this really what should have become,
Of humanity?

Don't Stop

If you get to a point,
Where you actually know,
When you meet someone,
That they have a long way to go,

Before they get,
What you already have,
Then you've grown, my friend,
At last.

But before you start thinking,
That you have it all,
Don't forget you have a long way to go,
And keep your eye on the ball,

Because to be alright,
You have to stay on your toes,
Not like those other has-beens,
Who think they know it all.

Ariving At

The moment of great inertia,
Is the one of all moments,
That threatens to take over your life,
And show you what idle hands meant,

When they turned themselves over to you-know-who.
Not to say that they're the same thing.
In one you're makiing no contribution,
And the other, at least you're doing something.

That's one thing at a certain age,
And quite something else at another time,
What joy if one could simply press a button,
To randomly define,

What's alright,
And what should never be,
Like the nature of those moments,
Spoken of previously.

If You Want

To do the things you used to,
When you were someone else,
In someone else's body,
With a different sense of self,

And of where you're going, because at this time,
You've certainly ended up somewhere else,
Than where you thought you'd be at this time,
No matter what you tell yourself,

And to think of where you might be,
If you had done things like someone else,
As if there were choices other than you made,
Possible for someone other than yourself,

Is alright,
If you're someone else,
But, if you're the person you have always been,
You better stick with yourself.

Don't Worry

If you're wondering, 'What if?'
As if there's something you should have done,
Earlier in your life,
To give your life more completion,

Instead of just musing,
About life, itself,
In the context of observing that,
You still could have ended needing help,

Then you are not really living, at all,
Because you're ignoring the fact,
That every moment you choose a path,
And you can never look back.

But you're alright,
And certainly not alone.
Look around at all the lonely people,
And you'll feel right at home

Be Prepared For When

There are things that will happen,
That don't necessarily mean,
That it's the end of the world as you know it,
But they're things you've never seen,

And that will demand you reinterpret,
What you thought you knew about reality.
They're not magical or extra terrestrial,
They're just moments of clarity,

About why society is the way it is,
Not meaning some underlining conspiracy,
For nothing's ever done in secrecy,
That is done consciously.

And it's alright,
The realization doesn't mean,
There's anything you actually have to do.
Why change the way things have always been?

Ask Yourself

How do you get the best,
From any given one?
How do you get even better than the best,
When the best's only a smidgen,

Of what you need to get the job done?
Is there an untapped source in all of us,
Of incredible understanding and capability,
Waiting in the darkness?

Or is each of us just suited for one thing?
In that case, fascism be damned,
Let's use psychology to pigeon-hole,
And science to predetermine.

'Cause what's alright,
Letting things get half-assed done,
To give everyone an opportunity,
Or feeding everyone?

You Haven't Lived

If you don't have regrets,
You haven't lived,
You haven't tried something for the first time,
And learned more about what's within,

You haven't had desires that couldn't be fulfilled,
Which amounts to no desire at all,
Or no life, for consciousness demands,
That you've experienced dual,

Perspectives on at least one thing,
And that's to want and to not get.
There is no other kind of relationship,
That I've seen exist, yet.

And it's alright,
If you say, you've no regrets.
You're putting on a good show,
But your far away look can still be read.

Ever Notice

Things don't always work out,
As you planned they would.
isn't that the understatement of the year?
If not, then it should.

If not, then why is unhappiness so rampant,
And why is happiness so short,
And why is life so unpredictable?
And if it's not, what sort,

Of human are you that you don't experience,
The human condition?
Plans fall thrpugh so often for the rest of us,
It's like the effin' human definition.

Oh, right, it's alright,
There are a few who get just what they want,
But they only exist as ideals for the rest to strive for.
They may as well just be robots.

You Might Think

Some things aren't worth it,
In fact, probably most,
If you consider all the sweat that's shed,
For the most useless host,

Of material rewards purchased with money,
Which isn't even real.
"Oh, here we go again with some hippy shit,
About how we all must feel,

Happy with what we have, and want no more!
Well, that's just not the way it is.
The structure of the world is now about things,
No matter what you wish."

Hey, it's alright,
All I was going to say,
Was you better train your focus on the biggest prize,
And not let it stray.

Don't Worry, Be Happy

Positive attitudes are real downers,
That's what everyone thinks,
Because somehow they think it's somekind of escape,
As if there is no real link,

Between real reality and happiness,
Because no one knows enough,
About the stuff that gave us existence,
Or make us up.

Though somehow cynicism is merited,
As if it's the only conclusion,
Once you realize there's no way to know,
Your soul's true composition.

Oh, it's alright,
Be whatever you want,
Whatever you consider quality of life,
It can't be taught.

You're Alone

In some ways you can't avoid,
Being either duped or the duper,
In on the joke or the butt of it,
Lacking confidence or being too sure.

And each position has its friends,
And its enemies, to be sure.
But which side you prefer to be on,
You only realize once you've matured.

And once the realization has been made,
You're either anxious or relieved,
Ready to make the most of it,
Or simply peeved,

That you're alright,
That you fall on a side,
Because everyone loves to be loved by everyone,
And life simply won't abide.

You Have to Understand That

There is something,
Everybody dreads,
Whether a type of person in life,
Or a specific one who's dead,

Because humans are unpredictable sorts,
Even though they all share,
The same uncertainty about why,
They are exactly here.

But that knowledge of their unknowns,
May be just the trick,
For helping you to deal with those who make you,
Feel like a little prick.

And it's alright,
If that is really, really hard.
No one hasn't had to deal with the hardships of,
Being faced with life's cards.

Have You Ever Wondered

If there is really a god,
Buried deep inside of you,
Embedded in the egg that was finally found,
By your daddy's sperm,

Or in the sperm itself, or in both,
So that when you were finally born,
Or even to entertain you in the womb,
With some etherial form,

That grows just like your fingers and toes,
In reaction to your environment,
So that its clothed with your experiences,
What could have its creation meant?

Maybe, so you're alright,
Once you're faced with self-consciousness,
Just like, once you start walking,
You discover your balance.

Surprisingly

There are those who say education,
In its present structure,
Was devised to control the populous,
To support Capitalism's future,

That it is no secret that there are those who believe,
That Darwin's evolutionary observations,
Can be artificially mirrored by mating strong humans,
And so, somehow create perfection.

But our ideals are so far from ideal,
And our judgement has so far proven flawed,
So, that we could deem what are the most advantageous traits,
Is a notion that should leave you awed.

And it's alright,
The irony of the whole thing is,
That evolution's bigger than anyone here,
And will ultimately rule, regardless.

When Dealing

With all the problems in the world,
Why to you come to me with this?
If you really want to solve this one,
You've already missed,

The point and are focusing on one,
That is further up the chain,
And will have hardly any affect,
Given the ultimate aim,

Of solving all problems, and I know what you're thinking,
'How could you possibly do that?
Especially when as you eliminate one,
Fifty thousand come right back.'

But it's alright,
Think about it for a little bit:
The fewer problems you acknowledge,
The fewer that actually exist.

Didn't You Know That

There comes a moment in everybody's life,
Well, there comes quite a few,
And each one has the potential to,
Change you,

In fact, each one does,
Because moments are all any of us are,
And it only takes one to realize it,
And another to make like a dinosaur,

And become extinct from another moment,
That sends hot lava and ash into the sky.
Though, since moments exist out of time,
Do any of us actually ever die?

And it's alright,
All of this is just to say,
Take every moment as it comes, without fear,
For life is useless any other way.

Let Me Know

The things that you really cherish,
That only ever did exist,
For the briefest moment in your head,
Is neither gone or missed,

Or any less real than the deepest moment,
Or the oldest formation on earth,
Or death and destruction, as it often happens,
Or the miracle of birth.

The only mitigation of anything,
Is in proportion to,
How few people have given it existence,
By learning it from you.

And it's alright,
It's gotta be,
That some of the things most real to you,
Are purely nonexistent to me.

Stop to Consider

When you're thinking of what could have been,
Make sure to include,
All those possibilities that would have destroyed you,
Along with the good,

Things that could have happened should you have followed,
Some other path,
Because you never know what leads to disaster.
Then be happy where you are at.

And when you're stifled by a particularly,
Difficult decision,
Ponder the fact that if you had crossed the road any sooner,
You might have been in a collision.

And it's alright,
If this seems a cop-out for running your life.
Go ahead and be obsessed with what-ifs,
And see if you're left with anymore might.

Ask Yourself

So what, if you lose everything,
You've ever fought for?
What you must ask yourself is, what do you have left,
And how can you get more?

And the answer is to let go,
Because holding on is not how you first got,
What you've now lost, so stick with what works,
Because, others don't really care a lot,

Becasue they have their own things to hang onto,
And have worked for them as hard as you.
But if you support them as you rebuild,
They will support you, too.

And it's alright,
If you lose some face on the way,
The best is to just put on a new one,
And just throw the old one away.

Try Embracing

The temptation to let it all go,
And start from a clean slate,
Is only tempered by the acknowledgement,
That it is not an easier way,

And that temptation, in the first place,
Is certainly laziness to the extreme,
So why you think you'd work harder from the beginning,
Is a mystery to me.

But there's something to be said for,
Not carrying the baggage that you accumulate,
Your first stab at life and how you want to live.
To start again is to escape fate.

But it's alright,
To take another tack.
How about simply doing what you want,
And simply don't look back?

You'll Get Farther

The more you learn about this world,
The more you'll be amazed,
At how that knowledge interfaces,
With what you see everyday.

And some people will call that coincidence,
And infuse it with an aura of fate,
But just like you think everyone's got a ring once you're married,
You're just beginning to relate,

To things you never noticed before,
Simply because you were not in the know.
So the more you recognize things in this world,
The farther you will go.

And it's alright,
If you're not interested in enriching,
Your understanding and empathy with others.
We can't all be improving.

One

Can't spend too much time,
Doing what you want.
What would people think, while they are doing,
What they must?

What would people think, when time should be spent,
Supporting the system in which we live,
And doing those things for society, like work for our money,
And then give,

It back to the government so that it can,
Squander it.
I don't mean to paint all politicians with the same brush,
The beaurocrats are also included.

But it's alright,
There are those who break the mold,
And do whatever they want.
But they still need those who do what they're told.

Despair

Just as a moment can last a lifetime,
A lifetime can go by fast,
And the speed depends on how often,
You reflect on the last,

Moment that you had,
That was worth the memory,
And ideally that moment's happeining now,
Because that slows down the speed,

And if you can move that last moment,
To the one coming up,
Then your life will never end,
Because that moment will never come.

Because, to be alright,
With where you're at in your life,
You need to forget want you want,
And cut demands like a knife.

What If

You could spend a life,
Trying to figure it out,
Without ever doing any of the things,
You thought you'd be all about,

And you thought you could excell at.
But, you know what some people say:
You live the first part of your life thinking you will succeed,
And the last half thinking of a way,

To make back the time lost,
Not going about things right.
How many times have you thought, 'what if,'
While you couldn't sleep at night?

And it's alright,
You can always distract yourself,
With doing things that don't mean much,
Just to maintain your mental health.

Too Much?

Try to keep up with the demands,
Of your daily maintenance,
From all the sectors of your daily life,
From bedroom to kitchen,

From kids to work, from friends to repairs,
To satisfying the government's,
Demand that you account for all you've made,
And give it its stipend,

From friends to family, from heart to soul,
From the environment to injustice,
From helping others to helping yourself,
When overwhelmed by this list's immenseness,

And you wonder if you're alright,
Or even what is there,
If you strip away all of these things,
And try to live without a care.

How To Be Free

If you're not doing what you want,
But you have little choice,
Because of the responsibilities handed to you,
With a heave and foist,

In the baggage that was purchased,
Before you were even born,
Like Clooney in that movie Up In The Air,
You don't need to have it no more,

Because it only requires that you cut,
The ties that bind to everyone you know,
From parents, to friends, to employers,
And those you meet as you go.

Then you'll be alright,
And free to do what you'd like,
And if you think about close connections with others,
Don't believe the hype.

Business

Here's one more difference between business,
And what you might call life:
In business you should take no offense.
Tenaciousness should be the heights,

To which you strive, for no other emotion,
Will serve you any purpose,
But to engage energy of the soul,
Into something everyone knows,

Is not personal, because it is money,
That drives the decisions made in it,
If not, then no matter what anyone tells you,
You are not doing business.

And it's alright,
If you'd rather live by your heart,
Just remember, if you want the comforts of life,
You may have to step out of it for a start.

Schedule By Attitude

There are seven ways to be,
And you can be one each day,
Until you reach the point of being able,
To immediately choose a way,

To be in any given moment, given,
What the circumstances demand,
Intuitively, not by choice.
That is the ultimate circumstance,

To allow you to observe your world,
As you experience it, like never before.
Go on the most effective auto-pilot,
And be uncertain no more,

Unless you want to be, alright?
This is the gift of being alive.
No state of being is denied your heart,
And no thought is denied your mind.

The Problem With Business

Business is a nasty business,
It's nothing like life,
Where friendship matters more than performance,
And it pays to be nice,

And where you don't have to do anything at all,
Either for others or for yourself,
Just to keep assured of your status,
And you're not afraid to ask for help,

And where you never have to say,
"It's just business,"
Which is always a precursor, or a cap,
To some kind of cruelness.

Because, is it alright,
That something that takes up so much of life,
Should be so diametrically opposed to it?
I mean, it is, right?

What If

You will often find,
If you look back on your life,
Instances of opportunities lost,
That just might,

Have erased all your worriies for stability,
But for which now it is too late.
Like that song, "if I knew then what I know now."
It's enough to make you irate,

With yourself and everyone you've ever known,
For not being quite good enough,
To have the vision others obviously do,
In figuring out stuff.

But it's alright,
It's all relative.
You can alway's make-believe,
You are a big success.

Second Guess Yourself

Second guess yourself,
Each and everyday,
And each and every moment,
About everything you say,

And everything you do, for that will surely,
Bring out the best,
Of all your worst decisions, 'cause that's what happens,
When you second guess,

Because the things you do that ate really good,
You do without a thought,
Even the thinking you do before doing,
Can be top notch.

But it's alright,
You can actually get by,
Not believing in anything that you do,
You just won't fly.

What Life Owes You

You will never stop wondering,
What would have happened if,
No matter how happy you happen to be,
Or how pissed,

You are at the hand life dealt you,
Despite what you may have tried,
To do to thwart the forces trying to bring you down,
And destroy the dreams you wish had never died.

Even though you know you'll never know,
If things could have been different,
If you had altered your actions a modicum,
Or had caught the messages that were sent,

To help you be alright,
And guide you to the truth,
That life never gave you any guarantees,
And owes you no kind of loot.

The Past

Never throw out,
What you were in the past,
Because it hurts no one if you keep it,
And it will last,

As long as you, and without it,
You may as well start from scratch.
Don't throw the baby out with the bath water,
Even if that water's really bad.

Even if it's filled with blood and destruction,
And things no one should ever see,
Keep those things with all the rest,
And they will be thinned by other things that be.

And it will be alright,
You can take the best of what's there,
And build the life you always wanted,
Should you never have a care.

No Greater Joy

There is no greater joy,
Than when you forget what you want,
And just do what you're doing,
In the moment.

And that is because,
Joy is matched with,
Getting what you want,
No matter the context.

Isn't that strange,
When there's really no reference,
To something you can call true,
Outside of some sense,

That things will be alright,
If you believe in it?
Life is funny that way,
So get used to it.

How To Make It Right

You have to stop,
What you are doing,
Every once in a while,
To get your berrings,

And look at yourself from another place,
Other than inside looking out,
And assess the quality of living,
You are churning out.

And then you can decide if you are doing,
What you actually should,
Given your talents and desires.
Of course, it's probably too late if you could,

Try to be alright,
By trying something else.
Life doesn't afford many chances,
To figure out yourself.

Getting Away

The best part of getting away,
Is looking back on your self,
And observing what you do and what you don't,
For your mental health,

And what you do and what you don't,
That you always said you'd like,
'Cause if we did, or even could, then,
There would be no fights,

Or discontent, but wait just a minute,
The presumption here is too large:
That doing what you like is how to be content,
Rather than just living with nobody in charge,

Of you being alright,
And safe from others.
What a wacky structure that rests on protection,
And not on loving each other!

Nothing at All

When you just feel like curling,
Up in a tiny ball,
Without disturbance from the outside world.
Or anything at all,

From within, so that all you hear,
Is the confusion of the void,
And the fear of what there really is,
When you strip away all the toys.


And when I say 'you', let's be honest,
No thing would actually exist,
To observe this cacophany of silence,
Or to envy it.

And it's alright,
Because, if you really could,
Learn what there is without your perspective,
You'd also be beyond evil and good.

Be What You Want To Be

If you want to see where you've gone,
Then visit who you were,
At all the haunts you used to go to in the past,
But just be sure,

You're talking to the right version of you,
And not who you thought you should have been,
And start asking yourself some questions,
About where you think you're going.

Now calibrate that with your own journey,
And assess the distance you have traveled.
Are you impressed by the progress you've made,
Or sufficiently less enamoured?

Now, alright,
Go find the person you want to be,
Again, talk, calibrate and assess,
And set course for that trajectory,

How To Do What You Want

Of all the things you want to do,
There are only a few that you can.
And of the things that you can do,
There's only a few you can ram,

Into your life, so you better choose wisely,
And choose the ones you really want.
And of the things that you want to do,
There are some you just can't,

Because you won't be able to do the one,
Simultaneously with the other.
And of the things you want to do that you can,
Good luck having the courage to bother.

'Cause it's alright,
Having great ideas.
But to put them into reality,
Requires big cojones.

You'll Never Have It

It doesn't take much,
To place yourself out of time,
And place to get a look,
At that for which you pine,

Which is everything that you are not,
Because the nature of human beings,
Is to forever be dissatisfied,
And searching,

For your ideal self. It doesn't matter who you are,
No one is exempt,
Even if you are admired by most,
There is always something left,

That will make you alright,
If you only had it.
And until you do, which is impossible,
You'll always be discontent.

To Do

There is a big difference,
Between sticking with something,
And being passionate about it,
For fifteen,

Minutes, until you forget all about it,
Because that's just how you are made.
Think about how far you could have gotten,
If you just stuck with something for a day?

But that is what separates those that do,
And those that never will.
IS there any hope for you?
Only time will tell.

And it's alright,
It also depends,
On what you truly want from this world.
Success or regrets.

No Chance

There it goes again:
Time and all its potential.
Before you know it, there'll be nothing left,
And with regret, you will be full,

For things you didn't do, which some argue,
Is worse, than for things you did.
"But, society leaves nothing left for ourselves,"
You say on your death bed,

Which may be true if you try to be responsible,
To the activities,
Which are demanded to maintain this system,
Of inequities.

And it's alright,
No one's saying there's an alternative.
Either you live in this world or you,
Live life as a fugitive.

What To Do

You will often ask yourself,
Why did you not,
Now that you think about it,
Go after what you want?

And why are you doing what you're doing now?
You will find youself thoroughly depressed,
Not because you're not doing what you should,
But because you forget,

That there are always an inifite other things,
That you could be doing at any moment,
The majority of which you can't even imagine,
Like what you're doing at the present,

And what you could next, alright?
Because the next moment also brings,
A world of possibilities,
And new beginnings.

Others Will Help

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

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

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

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

It's Alright

The first part of being okay,
Is knowing where you stand,
And then of knowing that everyone else knows where that is,
And that they understand,

That where you're standing is where you want to be,
And if you think there's any confusion,
To be okay, you have to rectify that,
With those who are the persons,

Closest to you or who can,
Affect your life the most.
You'll never be able to make the world understand,
Just like you can't understand those,

Who are alright,
But diametrically opposed to you.
Just be satisfied with where you are,
And with what you do.

Yes, We're Different

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

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

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

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

Demand the Best

It's alright to say,
That someone's not up to par.
In fact, if you are actually saying that,
Then you may have just raised the bar,

And disallowed the type of activity,
That has led to failure in the past.
It's alright to demand a good showing,
Even if you look like an ass,

Because if you don't then it just might happen,
That you'll be judged by the company you keep,
By those who will accept no less that the best,
While you're happy with mediocre feats.

And it's not alright,
To just ignore the problem.
It's much easier to drag people down,
Than to make them rise to the occasion.

The Key

Things can get good as quickly,
As an unexpected reward,
Lauding you for doing the things that you love, And encouraging you to do more,

Or things can also go downhill,
Even when everything seems fine,
Human Nature really makes no guarantee,
Exactly how you'll take it each time.

And things can refuse to go your way,
And that's when your nature truly shines.
Nothing like complete and utter frustration,
To make you lose your mind.

And it's alright,
How you act instinctively,
You have to know that everyone's dealing with the same thing.
And that's the key.

Pass On What

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

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

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

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

Now

Now's the time, if there's any,
To get done,
The things you need, because the world is not,
Going to show patience,

And no one's going to give you time,
When they have things to do, too,
Some things that are waiting,
On you.

And even this,
That takes no time at all,
Is interfering with another task,
That either you,
Or someone else has.

And it's alright,
Maybe you can do two things at once.
Or maybe you're doing both in a bad way.
So, now it's time to make a choice.

Tweaking Your Perspective

Every day's the best day,
Because it's a progression from the last,
Folding in everything that is good,
And everything that's past,

That you'd rather not be living through,
Unless it's better than what you have now,
Which will pass, as well. That's easy to say,
When you've already been through hell.

But in reality, there's just one thing,
That determines if you're happy or sad,
Which is your turn of mind, though that's a cop-out,
When you're saying it without having had,

It not be alright.
The privileged always seem to write,
The advice for the truly distraught.
And how could they ever get it right?

Choices

Your only limitations,
Are all those things,
That define who you are,
As you keep evolving,

And with each new growth,
And opportunity,
More and more doors close,
Suddenly.

But, not all places have just one door,
And you may even find,
As you refine and become more powerful,
That there're bigger ones from behind.

So, it's alright,
Go ahead and choose an option.
Whether you do or don't, anyway,
Time continues its progression.

Helping Advice

Can you be at all helpful,
To anyone else,
Without the shortcomings of selfishness,
That tries to benefit the self,

And guide in a direction that creates,
The world in your own image?
If that's the case, then you better be,
An ideal human.

If not, and that's the odds, then how do you ensure,
That what benefits you also benefits those,
Who count on you fir direction,
And value your opinion the most?

Oh, you're alright,
Who's to say you have any responsibility,
For what others ultimately do?
We were all born free, weren't we?,

To Do List

How can it possibly be,
With all the time you have,
That you could ever not have enough of it,
To get completed, your tasks?

Could it be because other people,
Are working in their own time,
And require things, regardless of,
How I schedule mine?

And suddenly this thing that shouldn't exist,
Becomes the most powerful word you can say,
Demanding you put off until tomorrow,
What you'd rather do today.

And it's alright,
You make demands on others, I guess.
That's the price of collaboration,
Coupled with selfishness.

Flaws

We all have that something,
That certain je ne sais quoi,
That makes us excel at so many things,
And failures at other stuff.

And no one doesn't have both sides,
Because Nature has determined that,
Flaws grow in relation to,
The things we're good at.

And this is useful knowledge,
For those of us who lack both,
In dealing with those with many.
Though we'll still be beat, of course.

And it's alright,
At least we can let them know,
The flaws they may not realize they have,
That they may spare this normal Joe.

Feeling Better

There is absolutely no time,
That exists between,
The moment you feel life is treating you well,
To when you think it's never been,

Fair to you or what you wanted to do,
To fulfill who you really are.
And that can change from moment to moment, too,
And appear near or far.

But, if you really want to find out the truth,
About where you should be,
You will never, never know for sure,
And never feel comfortable, absolutely.

But it's alright,
You will feel okay occasionally,
If you stop to think you could have been,
A thousand times worse than you be.

Stay the Same by Changing

You can do exactly what you want to,
Without input from anyone,
And that may be a reflection of who you are,
Or a fabrication,

Because you without the benefit,
Of any outside experience at all,
Could only be a blank canvas.
We all need some initial,

Interaction with the outside world,
To grow and learn how we react.
And being free and evolving humans,
We must never stop the act,

Of this comedy, alright?
Or we'll never know if we've changed,
And are behaving against our nature,
For the sake of staying sane.

Frustration

Frustration is funny,
It's not something you can ignore,
Or that makes other people easy to deal with,
Nor,

Is it something that disappears,
Just by saying it's so.
It can only be buried down deep,
And destroy you as you go.

And really, what is it?
It's a determination that,
Life should mold itself to your image,
And it can't.

And it's alright,
Frustration can be good,
If it's because you're being kept,
From what you mistakingly think you should.

The Best Laid Plan

The best laid plans,
Rely on so much,
And often fail, due to unforeseen events,
And so are not really plans, as such,

Except so far as they assume that things,
Will continue in a predictable way,
And, of course, the world sincerely hopes,
That they will one day.

And the solution is not to not plan at all,
For the perception of freedom is then lost.
So just expect the unexpected and you,
Will not underestimate the cost,

Of being alright,
Which is incalculable,
For when you can't count on anything,
Your contingency is invaluable.

How To Change

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

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

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

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

Make Time

There is no time,
To think about how little time there is,
Or reflect upon how unfair,
Is existence,

Or how society has determined,
The amount of hours that is acceptable,
That you spend at work, which is most of your life,
Because you have to pay the bills,

Unless you're rich enough to have someone pay them,
Or poor enough that they don't apply.
Really, the middle class is just what it needed,
Once slavery was run dry.

And it's alright,
The point is really not about how you're screwed,
It's about living each moment like it's your last,
'Cause you don't know when your time is due.

Don't Plan

Nothing motivates more,
Than immediacy,
Nor is there anything better at also producing,
Idiocy,

For what is more contrary to good planning,
Than the scurried grasping at what is there,
Immediately to help you in your task,
Instead of thinking ahead of it when you must care,

About the outcome? Because no matter what,
It is you are preparing for,
The earlier, the more removed,
Whether for a party or a funeral.

And it's alright,
People will understand,
That you had little time in which to prepare,
Because you didn't plan.

Coping With Life

Here's how to avoid ups and downs,
Stop your heart and cease to live,
Do not care for anything or anyone,
And no longer give,

A modicum of attention to what you might want,
To happen in reality.
Live life solely in your mind, and you might,
Finally feel free.

But if you don't mind disappointment and glory,
Take a chance on the most intense sense,
For though you can't prove it's realer than your dreams,
They certainly are the most intense.

And it's alright,
You can always retreat back into your mind.
That is the beauty of reality,
You can always leave it behind.

Learning What You've Said You Know

In those moments,
When you think you will be found out,
For the fraud you are, because you don't know,
Everything you purport,

And you keep your mouth tight shut,
As if you're weighing everything another says,
Against your vast knowledge that doesn't exist,
And your judgement that's even less,

It may be prudent to stop and consider,
If anyone might really possess,
The understanding you're won't to assume,
Runs deep within their own breast.

And it's alright,
If you think they really might.
Just look at it as an opportunity,
To learn and attain a greater height.

The Greatest Tragedy

Yes, the world can be cruel,
In so many forms:
Through peoples' actions or the acts of governments,
And, sometimes, from just being born.

Sometimes the ones you love hurt you the most,
And sometimes, it's just a stranger,
Or, stranger still, it can be the weather,
That provides the danger,

To your way of life and state of mind,
And you begin to wonder,
How anyone gets by at all,
Without being deafened by the thunder,

Of not being alright,
Because who really is?
The greatest tragedy of life itself,
Is that everyone goes through this.

Relatively Tragic

All these other worlds,
Are variations of your own,
If you assume that everyone sees the same things,
And that all the same things are known.

But it could be that there's a different knowledge,
Embedded in a different sort,
Rendering a wholly different experience,
Significantly short,

Of what you think there really is.
Isn't that depressing?
That there are things under the sky you can never know,
Just because of your positioning.

And it's kind of alright,
That they'll never know what you know, too,
Until you reflect upon the fact that there will always be,
People better off than you.

The People You Meet

Don't bother listening to anyone,
No one tells you what they want to hear,
And no one will ever admit that they aren't,
Absolutely clear,

And people will definitely pretend,
Rather than show themselves in the light of truth,
Which means that everyone you meet,
Has something to prove,

And if you can figure out,
Exactly what's at stake,
In the mind of everyone that you meet,
Well, then, the world is yours to take.

And it's alright,
You don't want to destroy the mystery of life.
You may as well live on a desert island,
If you're going to reach that height.

Expecting Fate

Don't count on anything,
Or anyone,
To be or do exactly what you want,
Because that's not a fair expectation,

Of free beings, if you want to,
Think that way.
But, if you want to live life predetermined,
I'm with you any day.

But, still don't count on anything,
Or anyone,
To be or do exactly what you want,
Because they're not responsible for their actions.

But it's alright,
You can always count on you,
To do what you want, even if it is not,
What you think you want to do.

Sticky Fingers

I'm not sure if the Canadians' snow pants,
Are too tight for boardercross,
But I do know that if they didn't wear any at all,
The Americans would be less cross,

And if they wore them with anchors on chains,
No one would be saying a word,
Lest someone notice that it's bad for the hill,
When they drag them as they go forward.

And if their pants were as tight as they are now,
But they were the worst snowboarders in the land,
It would be interesting if anyone got mad,
Or if they'd let them do what they can.

And it's alright,
Nothing stays the same.
Even the oldest of gentlemen's agreements',
Time once came.

Going For Gold

Better late, than never,
Though the alternative is,
Preferrable by more than you'd think,
Because the effort is so much less,

And the risk is not atrractive,
For those who prefer the sure thing,
To the satisfaction of getting what you want,
From really trying,

Like an Olympian who must know nothing,
But the task at hand,
And live entirely for success.
Something most of us can't understand.

And it's alright,
Anyway you are.
The trick is knowing what that is,
And you are guaranteed to get far.

What There Is

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

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

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

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

Time For Change

Have you ever wondered,
What this generation is to do,
With its internet and environment,
And new millenium, too?

Surely, it is meant for something great,
Or, at least revolutionary.
So where are great ideas that make us think,
Outside the ordinary?

Where are the directives, not to connect,
But to sever all ties as we know them,
And to engage a new turn of mind,
And thus creating a new human?

Oh, it's alright,
A revolution's not required, I guess.
I just thought some people might want to try,
An approach to life less innocuous.

You're Growing Up

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

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

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

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

Fear

Don't assume anything,
Will stay the same,
Whether government structures,
Or your own name,

For what you believe,
Is the most important thing there is,
Even if the thing itself hasn't changed,
No matter how much you've wished,

That you had the power,
To change who you are,
So you can be,
The star,

You always thought you were, alright?
Well, maybe it would be easier,
To change everyone else,
Than to live in fear.

When All's Against You

It all can change so quickly,
Whether from tragedy or fortune,
Whether because something snapped in your brain,
Or because you peaked too soon,

Or because of someone else's actions,
Or lack thereof,
Or maybe an enemy finally got his way,
Or that enemy is yourself,

Or the world around you has become something else,
Than what you grew up with,
And left you behind as it journeyed on,
Leaving you wondering if,

It will be alright,
And whether you will get by,
Because no one can give you guarantees in this life,
And if they do, then they've lied.

Keep Your Ideas

You're really caught between a rock,
And a hard place,
When you want to find out if an idea you have,
Already exists in space,

Because the act of searching the info itself,
Broadcasts the idea to the world,
And puts you in a race you'd rather not be in,
Against people you're,

Never going to meet and who exist,
Just to feed off people like you.
Really makes you want to just build things for yourself,
And not search for anything that's new.

But it's alright,
Maybe you should not be so paranoid,
Or so protective of your ideas,
Or try to make any dough.

Stay The Same

There is no going back,
When your pride is in the way,
Unless you're willing to forget yourself
Or, at least, who you say,

You are and run the risk of losing,
That person forever,
And rearranging your jumble of perceptions,
Into another form,

That would be derided by the one you were,
If it still existed,
But which you still remember, because somehow,
Some nugget of it has resisted,

And made you not alright,
With compromising.
It's only the pride before the fall,
If you accept losing.

Expectation

Not everything can happen in time,
And even less in yours.
If you're looking for something to happen,
Don't look for it within a course,

Of events, and definitely not,
In a specific spot within.
You're lucky if it happens at all,
And should be surprised at its position.

And when it happens, thank the lord,
Or whoever you might think gave it life,
Because, in truth, it could have just as easily not happened,
Regardless of your strife.

And it's alright,
Another trick to avoid disappointment,
Is to wish for nothing at all.
Doesn't that sound like pure enjoyment?

Do What You Say

Doing is more than saying,
And saying is more than that.
There is a whole intention involved,
Which has no relation to the act.

And saying backed up by doing is the best,
Else, it's neither external or internal,
It's just some vibrations in the air,
That don't exist if no one's a hearer.

And even less are the words after the fact,
To discuss what would have been done,
Had circumstances been any different.
That just shows a lack of dedication.

But it's alright,
Feelings come into this a little bit.
It might help if you show some regret,
For completely effing up it.

Revolution Revisited

What is state of the art?
It has something to do,
With the art of the state,
And how it manipulates you,

And how trends serve to serve the monetary system.
Stop and consider this:
Why is it money is the only thing,
Keeping the world doing what it,

Knows it should do, but for lack of funds,
For lack of this thing that doesn't really exist?
The only thing that ever threatens to topple it,
Is the threatening pumping of fists.

And it's alright,
I'm not suggesting anything of the kind.
I don't have the money to pay for a revolution.
Oh, wait, all I need is people and time...

For Other Reasons

If you can't believe it,
Just stop to consider that,
No thing you can consider in this world,
Is no more a believable fact,

And if you really stop and think about it,
Like that caveman played by Jack Black,
How weird is it that the sounds coming from your mouth,
Cause others to act?

And how weird is it that when no one knows,
Where we actually came from,
That something as banal as money (which is not real),
Demands such consideration?

Oh, it's alright,
I know money makes the world go round.
How silly would it be if we all just did things,
Because, utilitarianly, they are just sound?

What Do You Want From Life?

When the moment of truth finally comes,
And every moment after that,
Promises to determine the shade of your life,
Do you really want to act?

Do you really want to push the issue?
For consider this:
Though you might be always wondering, 'what if',
At least you won't wish,

You had never crossed that threshold,
For, even if it's what you always dreamed,
Reality never offers what you anticipate,
And what you want is never coupled with ease.

And it's alright,
Not to take the leap of faith,
People in this world generally don't,
Except those who are considered great.

Mistakes

They keep on saying,
If you make a mistake,
To just continue, because everyone makes them.
But the successful also make,

Lemonade out of their lemons,
And do not let discouragement get in the way.
But, if you make enough mistakes,
Maybe it's time to call it a day,

And look for what you do,
That you do really well,
And if doing it well also means effing up,
Then, you can tell,

That it will be alright,
Because you've found your calling,
Because everyone dreams of walking the tightrope,
And not falling.

Communication

It's not enough anymore,
To do one thing,
In a thoughtful and consistent way,
Because that is boring.

You must keep up with the times, and they say,
That multi-connectivity is the way,
And done so in a frenetic tone,
Because that's the how the world functions, okay?

Because there are so many lines of communication,
That you must use them all,
To reach the small proportion of people in each one,
With whom you share an iota of soul.

But is it alright,
To bank on just one,
Line of communication? I have a feeling,
Not if you want to start a revolution.

Most Are Doomed

Hard work doesn't necessarily get you somewhere,
But has anyone ever got anywhere without it?
Some people will never know,
Because they simply won't commit,

To researching this question because they lack,
The nurturing that would have given them,
The tools needed to live in this world,
And simply not exist in,

A guided tour that includes nothing that,
They would choose to ever see,
Or in a vehicle they like to drive,
Or, rather, be in the passenger's seat.

But it's alright,
To be successful demands that,
The vast majority are unsuccessful.
It's a definitive component of the act.

Unthink Yourself

Here's how to get out of your world,
And start thinking of others,
In case you're feeling that it's hard to detach,
Your interests from what you consider,

Even possible to think about,
Because, really, there may be no one else,
Outside of the thoughts that make up everything you see,
And yourself.

First clear your mind of any thoughts at all,
And strip yourself of any senses,
Including, and most importantly, the sixth one,
Which provides the total of your defences.

Then it will be alright,
To start thinking again,
And if your thoughts ever stray back to you,
Start anew from the beginning.

In The Face of Adversity

It's not what you get,
But what you get for it,
And what it tells you about yourself,
And whether you're legitimate.

And by legitimate, let's understand,
That before someone can make a claim,
To being successful in this life,
His heart must feel the same,

In his highest time as in his lowest,
Because success is not power,
Instead it's about knowing what you're doing,
In the face of your darkest hour.

And it's alright,
If you are not that strong,
No one really is, which brings us back to Hume:
It's not why, but what it is that you've done.

How To Get by

There is never so much to do,
As when there are already things getting done,
Until the moment of total silence,
When all the other tasks have been forgotten,

Only to come up again when there is no time.
That is the essence of existence,
Forever challenging your deepst desires,
Until you no longer show resistence,

Or until you show it,
That you cannot be caught,
Doing something you wish you weren't doing,
Because things you don't like, there's not.

And it's alright,
To play games with Life.
Why do you figure you exist at all,
If not for its delight?

Where To Go

There is so much more,
To do in this life,
Than you have ever done,
Or even considered at the height,

Of your considerations on what you do.
Have you thought about the different kinds,
Of activities that help other people,
Or the places you might find,

Where there are needs for someone like you?
Maybe not, the road most traveled.
Remember that your paths are not prescribed,
Or sentenced by a judges gavel.

And it's alright,
No matter where you are,
The possibilities are just as infinite,
So do what makes you feel you've gone far.

Ha, Free Time?

Where do your interests lie,
And how do you satisfy them?
If you can answer even one of those questions,
You're ahead of most humans.

The majority of things to get done,
Are the result of societal demands,
Leaving you with precious little time.
During which idle hands,

Can do those things that are so often called evil,
But which spring from your desires,
And because time is so precious,
The physical needs are what are first hired.

But wouldn't it be alright,
If there was so much space,
In a day to do whatever you wanted,
Including those not considered base?

Never Done

How can you feel like you do anything,
When there's so much to do,
When there's so many people in need,
Not to mention you,

When there are so many things to fix-
Really, there's nothing that isn't broke-
When this is nothing new,
And things are always popping up, you know,

And you need some time for yourself,
For what else is life for,
Which is another question that needs fixing,
Because it's being asked forever more?

And it's alright,
If you see others who seem to do a lot.
I guarantee, they feel just like you,
For there's an infinite amount we've all got.

Revenge

If there is a person in your life,
Hovering on the periphery,
Who represents everything you despise,
And that you never thought should be,

The natural advice is to forget him,
For what good would obsessing do?
Instead, live a good life and he will see,
That he hasn't gotten to you.

Of course, there's something to be said,
For a different kind of revenge,
And for ensuring that his dishonesty,
Does not come to hurt another person.

And it's alright,
If you were wrong about him from the beginning.
As the Butthole Surfers once said about regret:
Better about what you did than about nothing.

Enthusiasm

Enthusiasm,
Of any kind,
When coupled with the enthusiasm of another,
Quickly becomes sublime,

And speeds up time, for you are now having fun,
For you cannot have vun alone,
Unless you imagine that the world would be having fun with you,
If it was home.

And enthusiasm shared with many people,
Is a very powerful thing,
Though more out of control of your influence,
And so less satisfying,

Which is alright,
But not ideal,
For anything that requires many people,
Also lacks something intrinsically real.