Insecurity

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

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

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

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

Let Go

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

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

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

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

Self Worth

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

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

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

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

Teeming

Thank god that time passes quickly,
And before you know it, you are old.
If I had to live any longer,
I would surely fold.

The future promises to demand certain acts,
That, when counted, are already a lot,
But can't possibly be the entire sum.
I'm already beat after what I have fought.

But, then again, I would not want to have nothing,
So, this may be a beef with life itself.
Who the fuck asked for me to be born at all?
Wasn't there anybody else?

And it's alright,
I'm not really that mad,
After it's done, I'm always happy,
And I always think it wasn't that bad.

Perserverence

Could this be the one?
I don't want to beat a dead horse,
But sometimes your mind can tell you something,
That you consistently ignore.

You can't get blood from a stone unless you hit someone with it,
And I'm afraid that might be what I need to do.
Which will mean that I'll have to meet someone,
Which will be harder on me than you.

Or I could just leave it all, I'm getting nothing,
For the effort that I have been putting in.
I know what you're thinking, but it's not what you think,
I'm just slowly losing locomotion.

And it's alright,
What is it all for anyway?
Five minutes of glory and a life of ball-busting.
I could get that from my family.

Message

This is definitely the end,
There is nothing left to say,
Unlike for some people who could talk forever,
I'm at a loss for words today.

And why not? Isn't a person defined,
By the things that he does and doesn't do?
And aren't those actions based on inclinations,
That can be described, too?

And why repeat? I've nothing to prove,
And no reason to want to bore you to death.
Of course, there's the notion that some people must speak,
One time for each and everyone on this earth.

Oh, it's alright,
I haven't even really figured out, yet,
What it is I want to be saying at all,
And have yet to convince every person I've met.

The Binge

This is not the time,
To be thinking of the little things,
Like how much you disgraced yourself,
After having a few drinks.

When you did things that you would never do,
But for the restraints of sobriety,
Not to say that you'd never thought of it,
But never as a member of society.

And the effects rage on, for now it's the morning,
Continue to relieve the inner police,
With commendations for sufficient restraint,
From completely undermining relief.

And it's alright,
Nothing really happens,
That one has to worry about, all's forgiven.
So, go out an do it again.

Perfection

You are not what people think,
Nor what you think you are, yourself,
Actually, if you think you are definable,
You're just an inanimate toy on a shelf.

Think of any moment in your life,
And tell me one thing,
In retrospect, did you do exactly what you'dve liked?
'Cause, if you say 'yes', then you are lying.

Even your grandest moment of accolades,
When you are raised up high on shoulders,
You're up there because you overcame adversity,
Not because it's something that 'you' deserved.

And it's alright,
That is just the nature of the beast.
True perfection is impossible in life.
But, you've got it to strive for, at least.

Hope

Is it really as simple,
As believing it will all work out,
And seeing that it all works out,
Because, so far it's all worked out?

And just because everyday the sun has risen,
Should we believe that it will rise again?
Well, in that case, as in the one previous,
It doesn't help to believe it ain't.

So, go on living in the dreamworld that helps you,
Continue to live as if the past is a law,
And whenever something good comes your way,
Assume the gods dropped it for you, that's all.

And it's alright,
If nothing drops for you anytime soon,
It's not about what you have, but what one day you could,
That helps you get out of bed before noon.

It Will Get Done

Time to reorganize,
Take a step back and see where I've been,
Look with the look of a thousand eyes,
And help erase this anxiety.

Anything can be done,
Anything can be done,
Especially with a thousand eyes,
Anything can be done.

Each moment holds the key to an eternity,
With a thousand eyes,
And with a world created in each one,
Everything will get done in time.

And it's alright,
Remember everything will get done,
You have the look of a thousand eyes,
And in the end, the day will be won.

The Superman

Have I hit rock bottom?
It's kind of hard to tell.
My body's aching and it is all dark down here,
But the notion's not a hard sell.

What is the protocol when everyone around you,
Feels that life's offering a loss?
If it's not a feeling of revolution,
Then dignity and happiness are the cost.

But there is someone who can rise above that,
With superhuman strength to see,
That no matter the technology that he doesn't have,
He has the right to be.

Then it's alright,
Because the only enemy he could have is himself,
And they are the bestest friends in the whole world,
Even if sometimes they get depressed.

Pressure

Was that really a moment?
Even if it was, it doesn't matter,
Because the best bet on keeping the magic,
Is to allow it no future.

Except in the mind, where one can always escape.
One can even defy the elements,
If she needs to escape the harshness of this world.
The mind is heaven-sent.

I can't go on, the heaviness of everything,
Denies the possibility of freedom,
Like in a U-Boat at the bottom of the sea,
With no fuel left in its engine.

And it's alright,
Everybody floats back up eventually.
The questions is, will you be crushed by the pressure,
And never reach the person you wished to be?

Value

Why is it possible,
To work most of your life,
As a part of the structure of society,
And still live under the poverty line?

Is it illusion and the work isn't done,
And if you really want to you can survive?
I'm sure it is to a certain degree,
But you're still surviving under the poverty line.

And then the value of work is arbitrary,
Or at least not tied to its importance to us,
Just like the value of money's not tied to gold,
Not like that, in itself, is really genious.

Alright,
So humans assign value arbitrarily,
Which is one of the things that makes us unique,
Both as individuals and as societies.

Forever

Can I say I love you?
I could say it everyday of my life.
The more I do it, the less important it is.
Though, it's something I don't really advise.

Your smiles come so fast for absolutely nothing,
I hope that they never leave your face,
And get buried deep inside, to never come out,
Because you ultimately forget this place.

And your play, if it could only last forever,
My job will be done for you.
Not that that has gotten me very far.
Of course, I have yet to do all that I will do.

And it's alright,
If I have to support you until I die,
At least you'll have the memory to go to,
When you're wondering about the point of life.

The End

I'm not saying that you,
Aren't what I've always wanted,
But sometimes when you get what you're asking for,
You wish you'd waited a jaunt.

I've nothing left to say, and no way to say it,
And no more combinations thereof,
So this will be my last attempt at,
Communication.

You need to show me more, and this is the answer,
To the puzzle that has left both our lives,
As barren as if we moved to the desert,
And clearcut everything besides.

And it's alright,
I won't be gone forever,
Just until I think of something to say,
That is not a repeat of whatever.

Development

So much is dependent,
On the moments of your youth.
Yet, you don't know who to seek out for guidance,
Or from whom to stay aloof.

There are so many sentences I should have been given,
At key points in my development.
They could have made all the difference in the world,
But, of course, I didn't.

Like, "last one up always gets the girl,"
Or, "it's not that hard to have fun and still do your work,"
"Good grades actually mean something for your future,"
"You're still young, so go and do something berserk."

And it's alright,
It's not like my life is filled with regrets,
At least, I've ended up someplace pretty cool,
Even if my youth could have had much more depth.

Death

I'm so very tired,
I don't think my body could ever catch up,
To what it needs to feel normal again,
While still continuing, as such.

Have you ever had a dream where you are driving,
Up a hill that is obviously too steep?
You get turned around and hopefully don't crash.
But, you should have known better, even in your sleep.

Well, I'm going to die now, so this may be the end,
Though words may still come from my unearthly voice,
Into this world and do more than they have,
For what's more moving than an undefined noise?

And it's alright,
Death can mean so many things.
It may only mean the death of all my dreams,
Which would be much less disturbing.

Sore Throat

This is not the time,
To pause for reflection.
The duties I've been given by virtue of this life,
Are waiting in anticipation.

Despite what might be happening in my real life,
The world demands my time outside of it,
To avoid changing circumstances in the former,
And leaving me not able to pay for it.

So where's the option outside of pure freedom,
Whether in the rich sense or in the sense of another,
Kind of structure where still not everyone's free,
Because someone needs to use the shovel?

And it's alright,
We're all distracted enough, anyway,
Not to notice the time demanded of us,
Nor, really, even to have the voice to say.

Overwhelming

Now that the dust has settled,
On everything that I own,
I imagine that they will be easier to deal with,
With atrophy in my bones.

Like a baby learning to crawl,
Falling off the bed and breaking his leg,
All the hard work has come to nothing at all,
And has become a heartbreaking tragedy.

But if it does, then all is for nothing,
For effort is the only thing I have.
So starting now, no matter what the circumstances,
I will do what I can.

And it's alright,
This has all happened in the past,
And I will get through, and just maybe this time,
The success will, for a long time, last.

Eternity

Well, it starts again, now,
Like it never has before,
Though, it is the same old thing over again,
My age is at least a little more.

The best things happen when you aren't expecting them,
This is because expectation devalues things,
And makes them terrible when they don't happen,
Even if the chances of it were near nothing.

Just hold on to love because it exists out of time,
And you never want anything to change.
The world could implode, and in the final moments,
That love will manufacture an eternity.

And it's alright,
Those moments could be an eternity of pain, I guess.
And who's to devalue such an emotion,
When its duration will have been no less?