The Hole

It doesn't take a lot,
To make a hole in your life.
Just a twist of fate or mind,
Will cut like a knife,

Through your confidence in who you are,
Because, in reality,
Who you are is on as shaky ground,
As the world economy.

And there's no way to repair the hole.
It just has to disappear,
Once you've forgotten, again, that you're like everyone else,
And not superior.

But it's alright,
That says nothing about who you are,
Only about what we do to survive,
And what we do to get far.

Keep To What You Don't Know

There are things that are not easy,
And some people say that's when you know,
That you are doing something worthwhile,
For, why do something easy for,

Like something you like that you're good at,
That is harder for other people to do?
It seems a waste when other, less natural things,
Teach you,

How to overcome your deficiencies, and isn't it those things,
We should really be focusing on?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
So why venture for something already in your possession?

Oh, it's alright,
Maybe others can benefit,
From your talents, and I guess that's good for them,
Isn't it?

Empire State Of Mind

What's not accessible,
Anymore,
In this realm of everything searchable,
And everything stored?

But just like the needle in they haystack,
It's harder to find when you add more hay.
And just like the life that's burdened with debt,
It's hard to get through the day,

And just like it's easy to forget what's important,
When there's too much information distracting,
Your mind, as if it had any relevance,
To anything,

It's alright,
Just remember to clear your mind.
Nothing has changed since the establishment,
Of the organization of human kind.

Don't Affect

It can get too close to home,
Which is why you must keep the door closed,
In case the eyes that watch somehow affect,
How your thinking goes,

And how your actions affect the world,
Because there is a big difference,
To doing things for people, as such,
And doing them for someone specific,

For the more you try to alter things as they are,
The less you must think of details,
Unless you can coordinate infinite parts,
Of an unpredictable tale.

And it's alright,
If you just want to stay indoors,
And not be bothered by anyone.
That's what being is for.

Polls

How could the polls lie,
When they're taken from people,
Of all types, randomly,
Who have never had the deep fall,

Of pessimism regarding what is wanted,
When someone asks questions of them,
Like the findings that people are optimistic,
In Afghanistan?

And by the time any results are taken,
Surely, they still are exactly the same,
Because, thankfully, people don't,
Change.

And it's alright,
To run your life according to polls.
There is no portion of the population,
That refuses to take the call.

How To Be Perfect

Nothing is perfect,
This is something everybody knows,
The craftsman, mathematician, philosopher,
And parent, as far as that goes.

But there is definitely an ideal state,
That something can find itself in,
Which requires moving with the flow of imperfect things,
So you are in line with their imperfections,

And somehow there is a perfect way of thinking,
About reality, as such,
Which surely must leave you in that perfect state,
Even amidst this imperfect bunch,

Of humans, alright,
Who might be perfect themselves, in their own way,
Who may just want to be perfect with you,
One of these days.

Living

Just before you forget,
Don't forget to do that thing,
That you forgot to do yesterday,
Because of all the other things you were doing,

Like trying to figure out how to get,
Everything you have to get done, done.
The immense addition of responsibility
Is what will distinguish this generation.

And if you have nothing to do,
Get ready for one of two things:
Either your life is absolutely meaningless,
Or you've found the elusive meaning,

To being alright,
It's about understanding,
That all there is to do doesn't need to be done,
To make a living.

Gotta Go

Though it's hard to see,
Every problem has its benefit,
Like knowing how other people deal with a problem,
And get out of it,

And not to say that there's a silver lining,
On everything,
But there is something to learn in every situation,
And room for growing,

And every perfect situation,
Is also cause for alarm,
Because there's also always something around,
That would love to do you harm.

And it's alright,
There's always time to remember,
That no one has the time anyway,
Because of the forever.

Getting Ahead

There is a fine line,
Between self-help and common sense,
The one only scratching the surface,
To ignore commitment,

To what's important,
Which is common sense,
Which is following your heart,
And as reliable as sight, touch or scent,

Or hearing and taste, which is really to say,
That it is not perfect,
But much deeper than any rule of thumb,
That is really just a product of it.

And it's alright,
Either one can get the same result,
And it's not how you feel, but how you look,
When you're trying to move up.

Meet Me Halfway

Is there anything one can teach you,
Who knows nothing about you?
Truly, you've just described everyone,
That you ever knew.

The depth you feel that no one could ever touch,
Is twice as far as you imagined,
Because that depth is matched in everyone else,
Unless you don't think they're human.

But knowing's not the point of knowing someone,
It's to give the benefit of the doubt,
That the deepness you feel so strongly in your own heart,
Can also exist without.

And it's alright,
If you choose only to believe in yourself,
That's worked to create many successful people,
In the realm of material wealth.

Everything You Want

It is overwhelming,
Thinking about all the things,
That can be done and is done and will never be done,
While you are living,

Like knowing all the things that can be done,
That you probably would like to do,
Overloading you into inaction,
And depressing you, too.

But you can only eat an elephant,
One bite at a time,
And, even then, you have to digest each piece,
If you don't want to die.

And it's alright,
Though the world will not wait for you,
Even if you have one experience of progress,
You'll come out feeling brand new.

Gotta Be Somebody

How can you ever pass on,
What it is you've learned yourself,
Onto the next generation,
Other than how to build a shelf,

Or how to treat a wound or strategy?
Everything thing else depends on your mind,
For what leads to destruction in yours,
May have nourished curiosity in mine.

For every moment spent by one person,
Is completely foreign to others,
So that for two people to have the same experience,
They would be different from one another.

But it's alright,
If two people know each other well,
The fact that something is important to one,
Will make the other think it's worthwhile.

Happy New Year

If you've ever seen the moon,
Move across the sky,
Leaving a trail behind it of light and colour,
You may have wondered why,

Others did not take the same view as you,
On the immensity of the event.
The same goes for other things in your life,
Which you thought were of great moment,

Because the randomness of your existence,
And the existence of those around you,
Is so pronounced that absolutely nothing,
Can be considered absolutely new.

But it's alright,
As you scurry through this life,
Trying to make things magnificent.
Just don't expect others to be as surprised.

Before Time Starts Again

Every day will pass,
Just as some never end,
Just like there will always be poor,
And war and famine,

And when you wake up in the morning and you are,
Tired beyond belief,
With all this living stuff, try to remember,
The tree doesn't lament the loss of a leaf,

Unless it's not the season.
There really is no comfort,
When your body aches before its time,
Or your life is cut short.

But it's alright,
There's always the after-life,
Whether you're conscious at that time or not,
It's a comfort until you find out what's right.

Live Like We're Dying

There is too much to know, today,
Too many sites to be a member of,
Too many people to know who know everything,
You need to know about the,

Way to meet the people that you need to know,
And the sites you need to be in on,
To truly reflect the person that you are,
And to find self-realization,

Because the way today to identity,
Is by witnessing it on-line.
It's truly a new way of being,
Unless you look at the human race over time,

And see that it's alright,
To be a public persona,
But the eternal mysteries of the soul,
Will still be locked from this arena.

Already Gone

You just have to keep on truckin'
Because if you don't,
Your debt will build up and society will shun you,
Oh, and you will lose your home,

And dare I say that your soul will be affected,
When you may not even believe in it,
Or, at least, that it continues to exist,
After money becomes your prime source of contentment,

And not as the source of your luxuries,
For that is denied to all, but a few,
But the source of the bare minimum,
Required to be considered among the few,

Who deserve to be alright,
For if you just don't have enough,
It's almost comical to call you a human.
Boy, isn't this existence rough?

Freedom in the Next Life

You can do anything,
Oops, except what you want to do,
Except so far as your true desires,
Coincide with what you,

Are expected to do by society,
Those close to you and yourself,
And, of course, the strangers looking at you,
Who have opinions about mental health,

And the ads you see on TV,
Because you wouldn't want anyone to see,
That you let yourself go in the name of,
Self-identity.

And it's alright,
There may be another life after this one,
Where what one does is not contingent on,
Expectation.

The Key To a Better Place

Nothing has changed,
Yet again,
Even with these unimagined ways,
Of communicating,

Even with the way we all can,
Collaborate,
There's always been some new-fangled thing,
Keeping the lower classes at bay,

And even with new world leaders,
Promising to catch up to,
Like FDR, how things should already be,
We're still an eternity from what we should do,

To be alright,
Meaning justice for all,
For in equality was created by us,
To satisfy a few peoples' baser call.

Merry Christmas

Now it's time to reflect,
On what you believe,
Not because of the season,
But because it's time to leave,

Your shell of unawareness,
Of what's happening around,
Not because of your age,
But because of the sounds,

Of the whispers now rising,
Above the din of exchange.
Do you hear what they are saying,
About the way we all are made,

To believe that it's alright,
That we really have no say,
About how the world views what we do,
Each and everyday?

Tiger Did It

Just because you have full hands,
Doesn't mean you're on your way,
To somewhere past the place that you are;
Your tasks may be keeping you at bay.

Society may be tricking you,
With the illusion that getting by,
Puts you on a track to success,
When it's really dulling you with a lie.

And there is very little you can do anyway,
Even the successful are in this trap,
Because if you try to break out of the mold,
You'll quickly fall, just like that Tiger chap.

And it's alright,
I'm not telling you to sleep around.
I'm just telling you how it is,
When you live in this structured town.