Money to Blow

You work hard all of your life,
Or maybe you don't,
Until the day that the windfall falls in your lap,
And you rise from the unknown,

And you can finally be a person,
Who can do whatever he wants,
Both in the context of personal desires,
And societal can'ts,

With spectacles that in the end,
Don't really acheive much,
Because the lion's share of people,
Still aren't people, as such,

'Cause it's alright,
To stand up against the man when you have power,
Because there are so very few of you,
He knows there is no reason to cower.

Oh, It Won't End

Once you are in a funk,
It's hard to get out,
Like when your health-care bill is finally passed,
But still leaves no doubt,

That the companies that always towered,
Will tower more still.
On a smaller scale, the bumps in the road,
Have suddenly become hills,

Like the chance that 192 countries,
Will come to some kind of agreement,
The greatest acheivement's sometimes just trying,
To show that it's not uncommon,

To be alright,
And still not be alright,
Because the world's just not cooperating,
In the face of your incredible might.

Don't Know Thyself

It is impossible,
To express what you feel.
That is why most people never do it,
And for others it's such an ordeal,

That never ends and comes out in song,
Tirade, fists or sometimes tears,
And that's the nature of emotions,
Just like we don't truly know the source of our fears,

Or likes, or loves or even ourselves,
These are the questions that can keep you occupied,
And someone successful lied to keep you in place,
If he told you otherwise.

But it's alright,
To be kept in your place,
If you have no desire to get anywhere,
Or to look yourself in the face.

Finally, The Truth

It's not what you think inside,
But how you act on the out,
No matter how high you esteem something,
It's nothing unless there is no doubt,

That no matter what it is you esteem does,
Is truly for the best.
In other words, you must assume what it thinks,
In no way contradicts what you've guessed,

Is going on, based on its actions.
Have you yet, figured it out?
Nothing you do can unveil the truth,
So you can only deal with what one shouts,

But it's alright,
No need for despair,
Once you resolve yourself to the fact,
That what there is, is what's there.

Is What You Made Good?

Nothing's ever easy,
If you do it right,
And if you don't, well sometimes you have to say,
"I'm not interested in the sight,

Of something with more depth than what I see,
Even though what I see must surely fail,
For my joy comes with perception.
And not with the trail,

Of deception that lies deeper within,
The things I create."
Oh the joy of knowing what's entailed,
In the complexity of what you've made.

And it's alright,
Never will you go to bed mad,
That others perceive you as a failure,
For what you make will never be bad.

Help's There

Things are never as bad,
As you imagine them to be,
Because what you imagine is mostly based,
On what you think other people see,

But if you assume the best of other people,
And that they want to help you succeed,
Then there is no such thing as a quagmire,
Only bends, dips and high weeds.

And you might even be surprised by the outcome,
And reaction from someone you'd never think,
Would have had anything at all but bad thoughts about,
The way you are doing things.

And it's alright,
If sometimes this theory fails,
Just like you can't win the lottery without a ticket,
You can't be helped if you think that no one cares.

That's What You Get for Living

Just because what you've uncovered,
Is not what you had hoped to see,
And causes more imposition on your life,
Than you ever wanted to see,

Is not a cause for self-destruction,
But regeneration.
You are the same person that started,
And will be stronger at the completion,

Unless, of course, it's a total failure,
And the effort becomes never-ending.
Then you may want to reevaluate,
The choices that you are making.

And it's alright,
It's just another example of what it takes,
To be a being for whom nature is more,
Than a place to simply navigate.

Life IS a Box of Chocolates

Life's like a box of chocolates,
If you only nibble on each one,
And no matter how many times the same one's bitten,
There is always still some,

And no matter how many new ones you take,
You never fail to find something new,
And if sometimes you look at them and get depressed,
That there's absolutely nothing to do,

Or nothing going for you except these chocolates,
Which, really, are all there is,
'Cause when you try to look under the box for the legend,
All you find are more chocolates.

But it's alright,
At least you know what you are working with,
Until you find the chocolate covered meat,
And realize that rules just don't exist.

Your Place, At Thirty-Five

It's not that you are too old,
Or out of touch with the world,
It's just that you don't live in the one,
That has quickly unfurled,

Behind you by the generation before,
That is quickly changing the rules,
Just like any revolution in the past,
You must make way for the new.

Though also just like any revolution in the past,
Nothing much will change,
Except how the world's seen by everyone,
But, the world will still be the same.

And it's alright,
It doesn't mean you have no place,
But at thirty-five you have to commentate,
Rather than play the game.

Is There Still Time?

This is what someone said,
And what someone else confirmed,
Your twenties are when you think,
Your success is ensured,

And by the time you reach your thirties,
You think there is still time,
If you haven't become famous, yet,
Because the bugs have just be ironed,

And after thirty-five,
It's time to admit,
That you'd better do something fast,
If you haven't gotten what you want, yet.

And it's alright,
At least you no longer have the stress,
If you've reached forty empty-handed,
Of believing in your eventual success.

Winding Up

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

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

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

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

Get More

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

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

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

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

Release

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

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

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

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

Impossible Success

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

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

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

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

Why Not All?

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

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

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

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

You Moving?

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

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

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

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

Finally Doing It

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

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

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

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

Capacity

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

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

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

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

The Truth

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

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

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

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

Who to Know

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

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

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

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