Revolutionary Alternatives

When you feel like you are being,

Unfairly compromised,

And that your life is not your own,

And your rights are being denied,

You can't think or say,

What you want,

For how you will affect others,

And the government,

You may try another tack,

As some say,

And adress the conditions that led,

To things being this way,

And, hopefully, that will be alright,
Enough for you to vent,
The frustrations you are feeling,
Of how your life has went.

The Jenny Sun

Where does the sun go,
In the dark of night,
When everything seem to stand still,
Until the break of light,

When tomorrow is just an idea,
Whose time will never come,
Until from out of some hideaway,
Here comes the sun?

And the glory of a sunrise,
Lies in the birth of a new day,
For, wherever that sun has been hiding,
It's always born to be this way.

You see, it's alright,
For a new day always comes,
Threatening to wash away the bad,
And promising the death of complication.<\blockquote>

The Right Work

When you are asked to do,

More than you can,

With no avenue for an excuse,

When you fail again,

And you don't believe there is someone else,

Who would be able to achieve,

All that's asked, but, of course, that doesn't matter,

'Cause completions not what they need.

They need the burden available,

Until there's someone they like to play with,

Then all those tasks will suddenly melt away,

And congeal again onto someone else.

Alright, enough,
There's got to be something else,
That doesn't make you feel like you're inferior,
Or make you want to redefine yourself.

Hidden Oppression

We all know a democracy,
Is the best place to live,
In relation to these other countries,
Because you're allowed to give,

Your opinion on anything,
You don't like about the government,
As long as you're so poor you have nothing to live for,
Or so rich you dont give a shit,

For, of course, if you have a job which you need,
For the survival of your way of life,
Then it's better not to rock the boat,
And just keep in line,

For it's alright,
In principal to have a thought,
But if it challenges the status quo,
Beware of what you've bought.

Just Get By

Can you make your opinion known,
Without taking a side?
Can you get anywhere,
Without taking a ride?

If you want to get in the world,
And participate,
It's impossible not to step on toes,
Unless you're a lightweight,

Unless you are totally soulless,
And yet have no ambition,
And can get through a whole Oprah,
Without an opinion.

Oh, it's alright,
Go ahead and be unimportant.
I know it's not a big al for you,
And all the players are counting on it.

When It Seems Unworth It

Who knows how to get,
What it is you want,
Without the back-breaking work,
That no one really flaunts,

Who actually gets what they want,
Because, I guess, in their minds,
It wasn't really all that hard,
Once they found what they set out to find,

Like when a race is won and you are first,
And you think back to what you have done,
The moment of victory over-shadows,
All the exertion.

So, it's alright,
To sweat the sweat of the oppressed,
If it is you oppressing yourself,
To get what you wanted to get.

Living With Yourself

When all around you's changing,
And all you want's to do the same,
But you're afraid of who you might be,
And feel restrained,

And fear is what decides your every move,
Of losing all you have.
It's hard when you forget that everyone else,
Is doing all they can,

To hold on to the identity,
That gets them through the day.
We all make ourselves into,
Something, somehow, some way.

And, no, it's not alright,
To let out your frustrations.
That only serves to create enemies,
Of potential champions.

Things Can Change

There has to be a reason,
When you know you're in the wrong place,
Even if it seems there's no way out,
Because you're a rat in a race,

But with time anything can change,
But you also have to plan,
Your escape so you're not one hundred years old,
When you finally can,

Do the things you always wanted to,
But could never articulate,
Surely it's not that hard to figure out,
What makes your heart ache.

And it's alright,
If you'd rather dream,
And admire those who made it work.
It's a lot harder than it seems.

You Can Change the World

Think of all of the things,
Happening outside of what,
You are doing in the world you live.
It's outside, but,

It still affects the way you live,
Because some people need others to conform,
To a certain way of living for,
Their own world to be born,

And if you just let things,
Continue on this way,
You will never know what it is,
To live, like you would play,

Because, it's alright,
To follow your instincts,
And believe the world should be,
How you naturally think.

Without God

There really are people,
Comfortable in their own skin,
Who wouldn't change a thing in their life,
If you asked them,

Despite hardships and the unexpected,
Heartbreaks and disappointments,
Once. They realize that one's true happiness,
Isn't dependent on events,

But, there comes moments of true test,
When life falls apart, as for Job,
When, without God, there is no meaning,
And you are truly alone,

Which is alright,
Alone isn't the worst.
It's surrendering the strength you've built,
Learning to live on this Earth.

The Doldrums

It's so very easy,
To let oneself degrade,
Into a slump of self-criticism,
Until you just fade,

Into the background, watching others,
Do the things you'd rather not do,
Anyway, because it's because of those tasks,
That you,

Are where's you're at now, and all the choices,
Seem to be just two,
Resign yourself to what you must do now,
Or search for something new,

Which would be alright,
Except, in order to do so,
You need some semblance of self-confidence,
For that get-up-and-go.

Keeping Your Dreams Safe

If we all just get together,
And list what we agree,
And then be in awe at the extensive list,
That we see,

Then we can discard of the other things,
That only get in the way,
Of creating the world that we want,
At the end of the day,

Because that's the only time we really care,
About, we're all living for that,
And why, no one is exactly sure.
Probably because it's all that we have.

Because, it's alright,
When you lay yourself down to sleep,
For that's the only time you're really sure,
That your dreams, you get to keep.

To Not Want

The race is never over,
Nor are the results ordained,
And if you've lost that winning feeling,
It can still come back again,

But not without some event,
Or tweaking of the mind,
Though if you rely on the former,
You're likely to find,

That success will not come to you,
And you're not moving at all,
And others will see you for what you are:
Unpredictable.

And that's alright,
You can be anything you want,
And not wanting is a kind of want,
And you can not want a lot.

Can't Change

You will never change,
Never forget,
Unless, you're prone to forgetting,
Or are a changeable person,

Just know your inclinations and remember,
That anything can be a commodity,
If marketed correctly,
In the market economy.

For example, your innate anger,
That you seem to flaunt and feed on,
Can be hired out to those who need to be angry,
But lack that criterion.

Hey, alright,
Don't get angry at me,
I am just an honest person,
And am speaking honestly.

The Risk of Going for Gold

Resilience is the thing,
That is hardest to hold on to,
Because its reward is always around the corner,
But never in front of you,

And yet the lesson learned when it finally comes,
Is perhaps the greatest reward of all,
Much greater than the immediate,
Pleasure that's financial,

Much greater than what you can realize,
Realizing what you have to do,
To get everything you ever wanted,
'Cause you won't do it, will you?

And that's alright,
Because it would require resilience,
And you could spend your whole life working it,
And never get the benefits.

To Love

When there are expectations,
That you just cannot meet,
Not because you lack ability,
But, because you're relying,

On others, who may not appreciate,
That one should be nice,
To others, just because we're all human,
Regardless of what one's like,

And if we all just spent our energies,
Helping, instead of not,
We will excel as a species,
Until we don't have to do a lot,

And we'll be alright,
And be ready for others,
That come from different origins,
And other mothers.

How To Get Ahead

No matter the world's thoughts,
About what you've done,
They will be as different from yours,
As everyone,

Else's thoughts, also,
Because no two people,
See things the same,
Yet, there's a need to,

Know them all, and that means,
To know everything,
Which is less a matter of knowledge,
And more of posturing.

And that's alright,
Everyone knows the truth,
And are only looking for the one,
Who will speak it anew.

No Ford

When you have a view,
And you need others to support it,
There's always a way to muster them,
No matter how illegitimate,

And contrary to common sense,
Or even common decency,
And how you do it, honestly,
Is beyond me,

But it happens and those who can do it,
Either use brute force,
Or some kind of charisma,
That take others off course.

And it's not alright,
It's wrong and immoral.
Live and let live without a care.
That's what life is for.

When You'll Be Successful

When do opportunities come?
When you least expect them,
Just when you've started to enjoy what you're doing,
That's exactly when,

You forget about your dissatisfaction,
And when your universe transforms,
And those around you start talking to others,
About how you're above the norm,

And then it is no coincidence,
That the offers start rolling in,
For now you're seen as a positive force,
And a multi-disciplinarian.

and it's alright,
That you will hit lows again,
That's only when you stop and look around,
And change direction.

Who To Blame For Your Oppression

If you find you're doing something,
That you find most enjoyable,
But it is not your main source of income,
That's deplorable,

For, really, what is the lament we have,
In a democratic capitalism,
But that our days are spent doing something,
That causes an internal schism,

And makes us feel that we are prisoners,
Of the system in which we were born?
Yet, strip yourself of all outward constraints,
And you would probably be as forlorn,

Because, it's alright,
That there are examples of better systems,
But, within each there're also people who beat them,
And live lives of satisfaction.

The Three Constraints

Time, if you don't have it,
Doesn't leave a lot,
For you to think about,
And you better find it, if not,

Then the Quality of your live will suffer,
Not that other factors don't come into it,
But, if you don't want to waste this life,
Remember this little bit,

And Money is not the least of things,
And not the most important,
But a necessity for survival,
Whether legal tender or equipment.

So, be alright,
And balance these three things,
Presented to you in order of importance,
For successful living.

Freedom Of Speech

Liberty of thought,
Is a sanctified right,
That isn't even something you can interfere with,
Or even within sight,

And why that right should be extended out,
Into the air which we all breathe,
Is not an obvious extension,
And one I would rather leave,

Except, what are the consequences,
Of letting your thoughts spill out,
Other than spilling into the minds of others,
The right of which should not be in doubt,

So, it's alright,
I say scream your thoughts to the air,
And if that ultimately leads to revolution,
Well, that's not what we're talking 'bout here.

Learning From the Moment

There is nothing as important,
As what you're doing as ya,
Read this. Not the cries of your loved ones,
Or the hurting in libya,

Despite the money that you don't have,
Or the secrets you're trying to hide,
From people you are trying to impress,
And to whom you lied,

Much more crucial than your dreams,
All of this is on the same plane,
Of reality, which is none at all,
Compared to what's occupying your brain,

Which is the moment, right?
There is nothing else,
Treat the rest with the same respect,
And you may finally understand yourself.

Society Doesn't Demand Blood

There are the things you can remember,
As a child that you did,
That made you happy, but today don't seem,
Completely valid,

For how could something that makes you feel so good,
Actually be good for your life?
Surely, most of your time must be filled with tasks,
And duties defined by strife,

For there are countless others in the world,
Who are just like that,
And nothing but priviledge could yield any more,
And that is just bad.

But, alright,
Just imagine what if,
Everyone suddenly did what they want.
Couldn't that be bliss?

As I Sit Here

With all the expectations,
One builds up in others,
Of what is possible within one's life,
Which that life doesn't cover,

And without the benefit of having lived,
A life before this one,
It's impossible to gauge what you can do,
Without true self-evaluation,

And a knowledge of what it is,
That you like to do,
Which makes whatever you do easier,
And true.

Though, it's alright,
You have a lifetime to figure it out,
And many lives within that life,
That we can talk about.

Everyone IS Good

It really is much better,
To think the best,
Of everyone you meet, even if it means,
You get pounded in the chest,

And kicked in the balls because the alternative,
Is to think the worst,
And alienate those who actually are not,
And deny yourself a fatter purse,

Obtained, not by carousing with the cheats,
But the few who find incredible strength,
With the knowledge that no matter where one might look,
Finding skeletons, you just ain't.

And it's alright,
To be sinful sometimes,
As long as you are open about it,
And it's not a hurtful crime.

The World of Good Intent

Has anyone ever lived in a world,
Where no one thought ill,
Of anyone or anything,
And the sun always shone on window sills,

The birds always sang,
And disasters never came,
Without a universal understanding,
That we are all the same,

And live under one sky?
Was there ever anyone,
In this world who imagined that,
This isn't the situation?

And is it alright,
That I have lost that naivety,
And am suffused with distrust,
And anxiety?

The Cold Wind

Coldness will never tell you,
Of the mistakes in the past,
It made that at the time it knew,
The consequences,

But its nature would not allow,
The abandonment of such acts,
Even though, with the sun and earth,
It had made a pact,

For the cold wind is just that,
And if it never touched skin,
And slowed down the least prepared for attack,
There would be depression,

For what it could have been,
If it didn't listen,
To what those were saying who,
Demanded restriction.

How To Know Your Fate

No, you cannot change,
But you can learn more about yourself,
And open up a world of emotions,
For your mental health,

And for the realization of everything,
You could ever want,
Which you won't know until you do this anyway,
Because desire is from the heart,

And there is a whole conversation,
Happening around you,
By those enlightened by their inner voice,
Telling them what to do,

And how to be alright,
Because who doesn't know the state,
Of not knowing what you want to do,
And so not fulfilling your fate?

World Obey

The hound's claws won't disappear,
It's how you occupy its mind,
Associating you as a friend,
Never unkind,

And training it with love or fear,
It doesn't really matter,
Because their will be one less animal to worry,
About having to go after,

Because you are on a mission,
Decreed by simply being alive,
To make sure that you control,
Every animal you find,

To be alright,
To feel on our game,
We all have our own way,
Of making the world tame

You're Happy

If you're where you want to be,
Here's how you will know:
You'll never feel like you're not where you should be,
And will have nowhere to go,

The people around you will all seem to be,
Exactly who you want around,
And when you reflect on what you are doing,
It's what you want to be doing now.

There will be no stress about what you have,
To do within a certain time,
For reality will accommodate your schedule,
Because what you are creating is sublime.

And It's alright,
If you don't feel this way,
Really, who do you know who does?
It's rare in the day and age.

Change Is Only Inside Of You

People never change,
Even if you think you've seen,
A miraculous transformation.
It's all in the believing,

Which is in you, or maybe isn't,
You have a lifetime to figure out,
Because, either way, you'll always be that way,
And the trick is not to doubt,

Your powers of observation,
And to know where you're coming from,
And if you do that, you can rule the insecure majority,
Of this population.

And it's alright,
That you haven't risen above,
You probably wouldn't want the responsibilty,
Given the person your constitution.

Frozen

When it all seems overwhelming,
As it does right now,
You have to remember that time is relative,
And slow it down somehow,

By forgetting about the pressure,
That is not going to change,
But it will get much more desperate,
When it sucks up all the terrain,

Of time available to you,
To do what you have to do,
Which might actually be somehow enjoyable,
If you look at it as something new.

Because it's alright,
If in the end you fail.
One day you'll look back at it all,
And see it's just one drop in the pail.

The Way To Live To Acheive Your Goals

Some people are calculating,
And that's alright for them,
Unless they are doing,
Because of the observation,

That some of those who calculate,
Seem to make,
Their lives what they want,
Or, at least, seem that way,

But if that's the case,
It can only be,
Because they are living,
According to they propensities,

Which is alright,
But not for those like us,
We tend to acheive our goals,
Through obliviousness.

When You Have Something To Do

The most important time to relax,
Is when you have work to do,
More than you can get done in time,
And other people are counting on you,

Just retreat into your cave whenever,
You are able to,
And lose yourself, that is the only way,
To create many moments from just a few,

And if someone is peaking in,
Don't stop for the shit to shoot,
Deny yourself any interaction,
Or you will surely rue,

The day alright,
You will always ask yourself, "Why,
When I have my whole life in front of me,
Did I throw it away for a piece of pie?"

How Is Change Possible Within This System?

Some people say, wrongly, that it's not,
That black and white,
To say there's a diametrically opposed position,
Between left and right.

Right just means you care about yourself,
And all those you relate to,
No matter race, sex or religious belief,
Whatever strengthens you.

The left are more selfless and want to ensure,
That everyone has what they need.
If there's someone left without means,
There is someone to feed.

So, alright,
What could be their common ground?
The leftists must also think of themselves,
And the right, that in others you can always be found.

To Start Again

Things are always better,
Depending how you look at them,
And then they're always worse to infinity,
When we're together again,

And taking you to take the best of things,
And color them with your deathly stare,
Remains the most memorable day of my life,
'Cause it's the day I started to care,

And to take my desires more seriously,
Because, really, you only live once,
Even if you are reincarnated,
Each existence is monumentous.

So, it's alright,
If you get upset,
It's better than a life of unfulfillment,
And regret.

Head and Shoulders Above

There is so much written,
About everything,
To have what you think actually read,
It must be compelling,

And findable, which is why,
People try such schemes,
As you've never before,
Seen.

And what's the implications,
Of putting yourself out there,
And never being heard?
I guess, it's not fair,

But it's alright,
You're not alone,
You're among billions of others,
In the same silence cone.

An Ode To Love

Why is it I love you?
Let me count the ways:
One, you let me follow my dreams,
Until I destroy all the rays,

Of sunshine threatening our doorstep,
Two, you're not funnier than me,
And, you can spend hours,
Talking with other people, (three).

Four, I love everyone,
So why should you be any different?
Five, you love me, too,
Six, your scent.

And there are more alright,
They just don't come to mind,
Which is further proof of my love.
Infinity's hard to define.

Knowing is Pretending

It is all a conundrum,
How you're placed on this earth,
Knowing nothing other than what you sense,
And what you have learned,

From others, who themselves were just placed here,
And know nothing, really.
And we are all expected to stand up tall,
To succeed?

Which makes perfect sense for consciousnesses,
That need presumptions in order to exist,
Otherwise our thoughts would be unconnected,
Pictures floating in an abyss.

So, it's alright,
To act like you have it figured out,
No one truly believes that bullshit,
But they sure admire the lack of doubt.

The Magic of Coincidence

This is why things seem to happen,
Coincidentally,
Not because there is magic in the air,
But because of activity,

In the same way that water spilled on a table,
Touches more as it spreads out,
So does your life when you open up,
And not adhere to a specific route,

And you also whet people's appetite,
For repeating what you have told,
And next thing you know, you run into someone,
That you knew when you were ten-years-old.

And it's alright,
To spread yourself thin,
Just don't feel you have to follow,
Every connection.

You Can't Fight Change

Things do change so quickly,
That is no surprise,
And now it is because you've forgotten,
That it's hard to decide,

To change things because of the consequences,
Which are all in your head,
Until they change, and then you realize,
That everything's predetermined,

Like change, which happens all the time,
Except when you resist it,
For that moment before it overcomes you,
Because the world is not static.

It's fluid alright,
It will overwhelm you, if you're not, too,
And will change you to an old curmudgeon,
Like so many before you.

The Way Out

As long as you have something,
Other than what you got,
To make you feel like you are something more,
Than the sum of your employment stubs,

You will feel like you've beat the system,
But have you really,
Or have you lulled yourself into a fear-
Induced, timid sleep?

And how would you combat,
This risk if you could?
Well, short of dismantling the system,
You can become unfettered,

To its chains, alright?
Well, you can't do that as well,
Unless you want to live on the streets,
With diagnosed issues with your mental health.

The Use of Love Juice

What would really happen,
If love were currency?
Somehow what's harnessed to power the world,
Is its positive energy,

And we find that if we all produce it,
Every tractor, car and factory,
Will have enough love infused,
Electricity,

And the emissions of these machines,
Suffice as an elixer in the air,
To eradicate the need for chemicals,
For fertilizers, pesticides or medicare?

That would be alright,
And while we're at it,
Lets make the clothes that capture the love energy,
Kill you when you don't emit it.

Being Human

Change is always very,
Close to your heart,
But how close is it to reality,
All you need is a start,

Which once started, cannot be reversed,
Which is where the fear sets in,
Of what you don't know,
The secret to humans,

Because we see what,
Cannot be seen,
And know it is the path,
To Being,

Alright,
Because it's not where you end,
But how you approach,
Being human.

Find Out What You Do

When the end is near,
And you don't want it to come,
It's time to look ahead a little more,
To the next evolution,

Of yourself, when you've remembered,
what it is you loved,
About the times when you were happy,
And never had enough.

Now, remember also,
That when you are born,
Nothing except society,
Expects more,

Than that you're alright,
Which is all you can ask of yourself,
And discard of all those tasks,
That affect your mental health.

Forever Young

What you've already passed,
Seems so far in the past,
It always does.
That's existence.

And you'll never believe those,
Who have been where you are,
That the road ahead is long,
Just like those earlier,

You've spoken to,
And who don't believe you,
That if you knew then what you know now,
Everything would be new.

But you're alright,
And always will be,
Just like you're forever young,
For an eternity.

Why Following Your Heart Is Dangerous

When something is coming,
You don't want to see,
But you can't close your eyes,
Or you'd run into a tree,

You can always change your direction.
Oh, yes you can,
Even if you are deathly afraid,
That you can't,

That, if you did, you'd fail utterly,
As everyone observed,
And now you're too far away for help,
And they wouldn't help you if they could,

Because you tried to be alright,
Taking the less traveled path,
And might have showed them that it can be done,
And no one likes to see that.

Do What You Like

If you find that you are making,
Errors that you would not,
Make if you were doing something,
You liked a lot,

And others are starting to question,
If you're right for the job,
And you find you're presenting yourself,
With a similar prob-lem,

Then look around at all of the things,
You can do, and which of those,
You'd like to do for the rest of your life,
And make sure everyone knows,

And you'll be alright,
The tasks will come to you,
That you like, and that you'll do well,
And that others don't like to do.

It's Not A Matter Of Scale - You're Nothing

Yes, we're all insignificant,
When you stop to ponder,
As Pascal did before,
The immeasurable wonder,

Of the universe's size,
And the fact that our planet,
Compared to some worlds out there,
Is as a mountain to an ant.

And he went the other way, too,
And observed our immense size,
When we look through a microscope,
At the cells of a fly,

But, that's not quite right.
It's an issue of quantity, not mass,
And anyway you cut it,
We're a miniscule class.

The Secret To Happiness

If you never had to deal with,
Anything evil again,
So much so that it never existed,
Would you be happy, then?

A simple question with a simple answer,
Because isn't happiness,
Freedom from evil? So the answer,
Is surely, yes.

Of course, some may say that without evil,
You wouldn't even know you were happy,
Living in a blissful ignorance,
Like Adam and Eve.

Which is right,
And which is why evil is necessary,
If you want to have consciousness,
Otherwise, you could be simply happy.

A Lesson In Fatherhood

What will a child remember,
When he grows up big and strong?
Will it be the times you encouraged him,
Or when he strung you along,

To a point of immense frustration,
When rather than support growth,
Of curiousity and exploration,
You swore an oath,

And taught him that there should be restraints,
But didn't explain exactly when?
Let's hope he understands the point of it all,
Is to respect other humans.

'Cause it's alright,
To put boundaries in one's life,
As long as they are to protect others,
And not to stifle what you feel is right.

The Value of You

There isn't much time now,
To do what you'd like to do,
Which is ironic because you're on vacation,
Aren't you?

And any minute someone will be saying,
'It's time to do this.'
And you'll have to do it because usually,
You're not free to exist,

As you'd like because there is work,
Which is what you do,
To gain the means to be free,
Don't you

But, it's alright,
One day it won't be like this,
Humanity will figure out,
That you don't need money to exist.

The New Socialism

Money has no more power,
Once you take it into you,
And it is no longer external,
But more akin to who,

You are, just as is your crabbiness,
Or penchant for caviar.
Once we're valued by the value we have,
Then we can go a bit farther,

And put that value right in a chip,
Right into our skin,
And redistribute value equally,
Among the population.

Of the world, alright?
Yes, I'm talking socialism,
But with new way to redistribute wealth,
With a new technological bent.

You're F'd If You're Not Born Knowing What You Want

There are always chances to do,
What you want to do,
The opportunities are infinite,
Though they don't seem so to you,

And each one requires,
Some kind of sacrifice.
You probably know all your choices,
But are too damn nice,

To alienate those you love,
Because that's what the hardest choices take,
Because by the time you know what you want,
Many more choices are made,

Which is alright,
If you've no investment in them,
But if they grew love in you,
It's a conundrum.

The Secret To Enjoying Life

Life offers many opportunities,
To enjoy it,
Though they are all in the moment,
And need to end to appreciate,

What it was that it gave to you,
And that appreciation also often means,
Depression sets in because you've lost it,
And have to search for new beginnings.

And you often also realize,
That those moments of enjoyment,
Were not perfect and some things have to change,
Which is a predicament,

Because you're not alright,
The dragon will never be caught,
And life will continue, and you will get old,
Whether you like it or not.

A Jumble

Everything is alright,
It always is,
Except when you are taken by force,
And the oppression never eases,

It's then that you are tested ultimately,
On your decision to interpret,
Every moment as meant to be,
As if it'll lead to some conquest,

That will redeem you from all life's shit,
Though there is one question to ask,
'If your victory hasn't yet come,
What's the point of all of it?'

And you're right, it's alright,
Everything happpens for a reason,
Bad things happen because there are bad people,
And has nothing to do with redemption.

Anything But Sad

Sadness is necessary,
For a balanced life,
And when you know you have no more,
You better find some strife,

You better find someone to cause you grief,
Because you know what they say,
If you don't know who is the drag in the room...
Well, I'll just let those cards lay.

And sometimes you won't know where to go,
But know you have to go anyway,
And it may not be the prettiest route,
But it's better than to stay.

And it's alright,
If you just disappear,
And re-emerge as a something new.
Do you hear?

Know Your Place, Know Your Value

Sometimes you find yourself,
In a situation impossible,
Dealing with people you can't believe,
Exist in this world.

But it takes all kinds and it's good to know,
A significant amount,
From all spectrums of possibility,
So you can find out,

For yourself and so realize,
That you may be a commodity,
That you are not a dime a dozen,
Do you see,

How you'll be alright?
Just understand your place,
Amongst the myriad of people around,
Who appreciate your taste.

The Double-Life Possibility

The difficulty in convincing,
Someone that you should live,
More than one life is that no one really wants,
To give,

Unless there's something of perceived greater value,
Coming to them in return.
Thank god one person's trash suffices as another's treasure,
Or the world wouldn't turn,

Which is why money doesn't turn it at all,
It's value that lubricates,
The natural space between people,
And that can take any shape.

So, it's alright,
If you want to live a double-life,
As long as never the twain shall meet,
You should be alright.

It Doesn't Have To Kill You, But Something Does

Nothing can give you stress,
Like something given you,
At work, that demands to be done,
With very few,

Forgivenesses, like time and resources.
It's very unlike life,
With no love, freedom or option to opt out,
It cuts you like a knife.

And this stress cuts back on your life.
It's a menace, making you do,
Something you'd never think of,
Or want to.

And it's alright,
You can always quit,
And be left with the pain of idleness,
And debt.

The World's Opinion in the Face of Failure

There can be a point,
Where confidence is not enough,
To complete the task that you want to,
Because the world is just too rough,

And there are stories of confrontation,
In which our hero still stands proud,
In the face of complete and utter defeat,
But what about what's under her shroud?

What about when she's lying down,
At the end of the day,
Without victory or spoils?
And she cries as she lays.

It's alright,
She's just another casualty,
Of this non-stop, unforgiving world.
Welcome to reality.

Not Wanting What You Want, But Living As You Want

Is doing what you want to,
Anything more than,
Doing things the way you want to,
And leaving it at that?

Because the grass is always greener,
And yadda, yadda, yadda,
And when will you ever be able to say,
'I have everything I oughta.'?

You can't possibly know what you need,
To feel completely satisfied,
But you can certainly do things in a way,
To generate pride.

And it's alright,
If you don't buy this.
Life is yours, and not knowing yourself is,
Your prerogative.

The Town Is Yours

Every day's a new day,
With new possibilities,
Like a blast from the past,
That threatens all sensibilities,

And everything you've built,
Without thinking of those,
Who feel they have claim,
To your success and your soul,

Though you have to remember,
No one owns anything,
Especially your life,
Except their own reasoning,

Which makes it alright,
To do what you want,
Just remember that's true,
For the others we taunt.

The Golden Rule

The world in which you act today,
Is not the one you'll be in the next,
And suddenly your actions today,
Won't make a lot of sense,

And hopefully, they weren't such,
That they fly in the face,
Of what the world now believes,
And leaves you in disgrace.

But short of doing nothing,
Lest you do something to offend,
You have to live, so how do you live?
By doing unto others, my friend.

And it's alright,
Or rather, everything will be,
If you stick to the golden rule,
Even if it means your life is boring.

Don't Expect People to Change

Stupid is,
As stupid does,
So is genius, meanness,
And love.

And observing one of these,
And many more,
Over a lifetime and you will find,
They shine from a core,

That starts one way from entering this world,
And does not change.
Even mystic epiphanies,
Result in variations within a range.

And it's alright,
If you've been fooled in the past.
Fool is as a fool does,
So that probably won't be the last.

Envy Unfounded

Others seem magical,
Yes, this I know,
Until you ask to see the content of,
The bullshit that they throw.

And you don't have to be angry at them,
For wanting to make more of their life.
It's your responsibility not to give them,
Anything you actually like,

And don't want to lose,
'Cause they won't know what to do,
With your precious things, and destroy them,
In front of you.

And you're alright,
If you don't have magical things happening,
No one does, it's all sleight of hand,
And fabricating.

There Is Life After Stress

Everything comes to an end,
Good or bad,
Stressful or euphoric,
Nothing ever lasts.

And this knowledge can help you appreciate,
When things are great,
And get you through ones,
You simply hate,

Because there is no defining moment,
That makes you who you are for eternity,
Because you're defined by your actions,
And action's required constantly.

And it's alright,
If it all seems to be coming to a head,
Life is filled with these all or nothing moments,
That end up forgotten.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Being honest isn't good enough,
If it doesn't lead,
To some change in the world around you,
Or attainment of some need,

Because the value of any opinion,
Is based on what you do,
Based on what it is that you said,
And the relationship between the two,

Because honesty comes in more than words,
Unless you believe everything is language,
Then words are in everything,
And speaking's only on the edge,

Of where you're alright,
And don't have to talk to anyone,
Because your actions speak louder than words,
And what's clear is your irritation.

You Ready

Once you open yourself,
To the possibility,
That you can connect with another person,
Unconditionally,

All the words that you have ever read,
Speaking to such an absurdity,
Portend other worlds you were told about,
But thought were fantasy,

Like peace and love and self-confidence,
And getting what you really need,
Which you can't point to before you have it,
In reality.

And it's alright,
If you never realize the possibility,
Most people don't, and those who do,
Will never let on that there is anything.

The Ups and Downs are Not Real

It all changes so quickly,
Doesn't it?
But, then, it doesn't really, at all,
Just your perception of it,

And even that is relying upon,
The assumption that what you see is,
More than just your seeing,
Of it,

Which in the end doesn't matter at all,
Only how intense is the pain,
And sometimes when I think of where we have been,
I want to cut out my own brain.

Both really and metaphorically, alright?
It hasn't done me much good anyway,
Between the choices and the infinitesimal,
Amount of information retained.

The Effects Of No Confidence

The thing about confidence,
Is it has nothing to do,
With who you are or what it is,
You can actually do,

But there's a switch somewhere in your brain,
That is only off or on,
Which, when engaged creates a perfectly,
Engaging person,

That others believe in, simply because,
Their own switch is on 'off',
And they feed from the nutrients you exude,
Eradicating their impending sobs.

And it's alright,
If you don't know where to find the switch,
As long as it is already on.
Otherwise, you're kind of undistinguished.

Fool Yourself

You will never know,
How good it could have been,
Or how bad and so, therefor,
How good or bad it really is,

For could you be happy,
If you knew you could have more,
Or be doing something more satisfying,
Than what you're doing, or,

Not have to worry about anything,
Not money, others or yourself?
Don't forget you're born into ideals,
Chosen by someone else.

And it's alright,
To fool yourself,
Into believing you have it good,
You don't know anything else.

How To Get Ahead

The waves of success,
Of anyone,
Are so fleeting that to catch one with them,
Is quite an occasion.

And to catch one of your own should be easier,
For you only need to be at the right time,
For the place is where you always are.
Does this, yet, sound fine?

To put it another way, what if you failed,
To do all that you wanted to?
Is that a result of circumstances,
Or because of you?

It's you, alright?
There's no magic to it.
The world is there for you to conquer,
Now, conquer it.

Getting Out Of Here

There are places you find yourself,
Where you never are,
And which help you understand,
What life is for,

And how time passes by,
And has all your life.
So, why would you want to be doing,
What isn't quite,

What you imagine now,
That you're on the outside?
'Why oh why?' You ask yourself,
And then you hide.

It's alright,
Keep on keeping on,
And just change,
Come the revolution.

No Revolution Is A Line Of Flight

Just because thousands of people,
Think they feel the same way,
And as they march together,
Are unified in what they say,

Does that mean, when it is all over,
And they are told that they won,
They will continue along the same path,
And behave as one,

Or will they start to enjoy the freedom,
That they were fighting for,
Exercising their rights as individuals,
Living in their own world?

Well, we've seen this before, right?
Every revolution,
Must be organized, in order to destroy,
The current organization.

You Fool Yourself One Way Or Another

No matter what you're thinking,
There's something more inside my head,
And in the head of everyone else,
You think you've got pegged,

And the longer you continue,
To have this attitude,
That the world behaves as you think,
The less it will act as you think it should,

And the less you'll find that it resembles,
What you have in your mind,
So that you either have to change your thoughts,
Or escape to your own inside,

Which is alright,
Many do it already,
And live a life quite fulfilled,
And entertaining.

Every Choice is a Decision

There is nothing to say,
Only silence will explain,
And it's not a very good excuse,
Anyway.

And the potential you recognize,
Is only the consolation prize,
For what is lost with every decision,
We make in our lives.

Oh well, you only live once,
And they can't all be gems,
And you can't really be blamed,
For missing the consequence,

Of your actions. Alright,
Maybe you should have known,
And you did, and you did anyway.
Now you're all alone.

If You Were To Start Anew

If this was your last day,
As you've known it so far,
And tomorrow, all you've known will disappear,
And you have to begin from the start,

Would you be sad or relieved,
Or do you need more information?
Like why and how and will you remember,
The life in termination.

At these moments you are faced with yourself,
And the knowledge that you will not change,
Even if in action you seem different,
Your understanding has just been rearranged.

To make alright,
What in the past was not,
But given untested circumstances,
You'll probably, once again, be caught.

How To Change Everything

If you want to change the world,
Like anything else,
You have to change the things around it,
Starting with yourself,

Though to do that, you have to change the world,
For that's what's around you,
Which, of course, leads to the ultimate question:
'What's a poor boy to do?'

Well, there's always the things inside you,
Which arguably, you are around,
Which, to change, you have to change yourself.
Look at where we have been found.

Back to the beginning, right?
How do you change anything?
It must be a spontaneous act of change,
By absolutely everything.

If You Have Nothing To Hide, Then You May Have Nothing

You know when you've done something,
You want no one else to know,
And your very way of ignoring it,
Leads to your ultimate woe,

Which is preceded by another kind,
Of anxiety and depression,
For the thought of the thing that you've done,
And the implications,

That at the time didn't register,
Because we all think of no one but ourselves,
Except in so far as they relate,
To our own physical and mental health?

Well, it's alright,
You are not alone.
This is called a skeleton in your closet,
And you just have to live with the bones.

Getting Away From Yourself Is To Define Yourself

The longer you are outside,
The farther you are away,
From the things you know intimately.
And if you were to drive the car away,

To those places you only know,
From pictures you have seen,
That have stolen your heart and mind,
And you imagine are relaxing,

You'll find you cannot even find yourself,
Because you're running away,
With your soul, out of your body.
Reality's made this way.

You're alright,
Even if you've lost all you have,
Because you're not the sum of your possessions,
You're what you think is contraband.

Why We Are Human

We never want to,
Love one another,
To such a point that,
We have no other,

Feelings to have,
Like hate or distrust,
Because, to be human,
We all know we must,

Have enemies,
Either in our mind or real,
Or we wouldn't be able to tackle,
Any ordeal,

Which we can't avoid, right?
That's the nature of the beast,
That's what nourishes our soul:
That emotional feast.

What's Wrong With Most People

What's the use in knowing,
The facts about everything,
If all you're going to do,
Is spew them at me?

Give me some kind of context,
To give a window into your soul,
To understand how you organize the world,
Because, so far, I just don't know,

Unless you really have no opinion,
Or no moral compass,
Other than one that points at money,
And its ever-changingness.

I mean, I think you're alright,
And I'll certainly see you again,
But I will never trust you have my back,
On any excursion.

You Can Get What You Want, Maybe

You can live a whole life,
Just looking in from the outside,
Wondering how you got there and just how to,
Turn the tide,

And you will never do anything,
Until you jump right in,
No matter the height or the depth of the sea,
Because it's all in your imagination,

And your power to make things what you want,
At least in your mind.
You may have the strength and luck, too,
To really change the time,

And make it alright,
To look at yourself again,
Not from the outside, but in a mirror,
Because you're in the right occupation.

How To Remain Good

Some things are second nature,
After you've done it a few times,
Like skills and jobs and games and rules,
And love in the summertime.

But when you take for granted that you can,
Do it whenever and as well as you like,
Reality soon creeps in again,
And changes the conditions a slight,

And unless you keep up with your surroundings,
And practice again those things,
That you want to be really good at,
You'll find them soon disappearing.

So, it's alright,
If you want to have glory days,
But if you want to live forever,
Keep learning the new and ever changing ways.

How You Get By With Your Love

What is it you can believe?
It depends on where you start.
Do you believe those closest to you really exist,
Or are they just a part,

Of the scenery, like a tree,
Or the government?
Do you exist as part of,
Or despite of it?

Is your joy derived from loving others?
And, if it is,
Is that because you want to better their lives,
Or feel better because of it?

And you'll be alright,
Whether you care or not,
For others or yourself,
If what you're doing, you like a lot.

And You Do It Again

Well, isn't that a kicker?
No one learns from their mistakes,
Except insofar as they understand,
The pitfalls that they make,

And to avoid them at all costs,
'Cause really, is there anything you do,
That in your heart you weren't,
Always meant to do?

Like find yourself in these circumstances,
That deny you so much green grass,
And yet, provide you just enough to live,
If you'd only look past,

What you think's not alright,
And recognize that,
It would exist no matter where you were,
Because it's just part of the facts.

While She Cries On My Lap

Remembering that you have to,
Take care of yourself,
Just enough to ensure,
Some minimal health,

And shedding all responsibility,
For the care of others,
No parents or children,
Friends or brothers,

And don't forget to provide,
For some personal grooming care,
To be able to interact,
With others out there,

And you'll be alright,
To not be a pleb,
And live outside of capitalism,
Just like the good book said.

The Intensity of Living is Magnified by My Love For You

In those moments of silence,
When I think of you,
And how you've changed my life,
And self, too,

Nothing concrete can be used,
As an example of my love,
Because they are all so limited,
Because they can be touched,

And you can't be,
Which is why examples escape,
Any attempt to capture,
The feelings you awake.

And it's alright,
If you're going to run away.
The sorrow of your departure,
Would leave more feeling than anything.

It Doesn't Matter What Others Want

You have to follow your heart,
This is sad, but true,
Unless your world's general happiness,
Has nothing to do with you.

But, if you're living life for other people,
Fulfilling their every need,
With no compensation coming to you,
Except money,

You're slogging it out washing,
Up someone else's mess,
Made up of shit you'd never touch,
In its greatest pristineness,

Then, it's alright,
To say fuck it all,
Just make sure you have enough in the bank,
To be functional.

A Recap Of Society's Value

As always, you are being,
Asked to do something,
You would never do without the incentive,
Of money.

And then you do another something,
And another again and again,
Until your life is mostly these things.
Is this evolution?

Is this an improvement upon what,
We did before we knew to work together?
You better ask the infinitesimally few,
Living without the same tethers.

So to recap, alright?
You spend your life doing what you'd rather not,
To have the privilege of not being killed,
By a less compassionate tyrant.

The Golden Rule

The advantage to doing,
Things as you always have,
It allows those around you to count on you,
As a rare comrade.

And from there you can start assuming,
That you're more than who you are.
You're now the abilities of all of those,
Who have made you a part,

Of the list of things that need no thought,
Just nurturing to remain pure,
Like God and credit and health.
The only three things you can be sure,

Will be alright,
If you're alright with them,
Which is technically the golden rule,
Of all religions.

The Bad Does Come With the Good

Nothing is ever permanent,
Event the thought that nothing is,
And one moment you can feel on top of the world,
Like it's made for you, as if,

It's only a projection of your mind,
And you mold it as you like,
Until you lose control and feel like a player,
In some god's game night.

And do you want this nuance to disappear?
Do you want to know it all?
Or feel like you do, I think some do,
It's called being fanatical.

So, it's alright,
If you're feeling as small as a pea.
That's the privilege of being human:
Knowing you won't always be.

Why Some People Are Not Nice

It's good to have friends,
They don't grow on trees,
And everyone wants at least one,
And most have no problems seeming,

To be one, even though their intentions,
Are not what you'd think,
Unless you've already been burned once,
Then you're always wondering,

If you have a friend or an opportunist,
Looking only to get.
It's hard to believe such people exist,
And yet,

They're common alright,
Because they've been burned, too,
By no one looking out for them,
IN this harsh, harsh world.

Society's Ultimate Goal Is Not Our Comfort

There is always a moment,
Between doing nothing and something,
Filled with anxiety for what's to come,
And angst for the passing,

Of what your life should be,
Because that is everyone's goal,
And the reason for doing anything,
At all.

But this moment will pass,
And miraculously,
Doing something will actually feel good,
Because then you will see,

That you're alright,
And can get by, if need be,
Because we are all expected to pull our weight,
Regardless of our technology.

The Connections Of Your Past In Relation To Your Present

There is no such thing as time,
When talking about yourself,
And about those who have meant something to you,
Unless you've become someone else,

Which you haven't, if you can remember,
The emotions you shared back then.
Not to say that things are the same now.
You've both gone through evolutions,

Of your surroundings and relationships,
So, you can't really go back now.
You have to start again from the beginning,
And keep in mind how,

You were alright,
Because it could take a bit,
To find common ground again,
If you really want it.

What Never Was Will Never Be

You'll never meet your better,
'Cept when you let her get the best,
Of your natural inclinations,
To fetch a piece of what is left,

After all the best is taken,
Instead you catch her looking west,
To the good side of the city,
And wed her before she jets,

And before you've checked the ticker,
Telling you what time it is,
Which is the time to let things fester,
Before you get her and some kids,

Which is alright,
That's as fine as anything,
And if anyone gives you a lecture,
Fetch your pride and start shooting.

The Fragility of Ego

You'll never be able to,
Understand it all.
Who is for you, and what they really think,
Of you, overall.

All you can do, is know yourself,
And understand every move you make,
So you can answer with authority,
When someone asks you to explain,

How you can justify your actions,
Within their understanding,
Which is only arrived at through honest,
And unforgiving living.

But you're not alright,
Until you've found peace with yourself.
And you don't care about the ways,
Of anyone else.

How Society Was Meant To Offset Reality

Revisit who you were,
In days gone past,
That are usually discarded as the follies of youth,
That were never meant to last,

Because experience tells us that the world,
Is different than you thought,
When you didn't have a care in the world,
But, of course, worry is everyone's lot,

For themselves and those they love,
For the real world doesn't guarantee,
Anything for anyone,
That's just the nature of reality,

And society, right?
But it doesn't have to be.
Let's eliminate one source of this world's worry,
With financial security.