All or Nothing

Lay it on the table,
As you see it,
Even if it's layered with interpretations,
That obfuscate it,

In ways the others would not have imagined,
There are two things that could happen:
The revelation of your genious,
Or a demotion.

In the esteen previously awarded you,
But that is really no thing,
Because before this little experience,
You had no inkling,

Whether you were alright,
Or getting screwed,
Because you were too much in your own head,
Not knowing how you were being viewed.

Why Risk It?

Risk is not a bad thing,
The only thing about it,
Is for it to be properly risk,
You've got to leave something not unfit,

With who you are, in fact it could be quite good,
And you may never get it back,
And what you have to gain could be much less,
Though it could be fantast-ic.

But either way, there's the move, itself,
At the point between loss and potential gain,
Which can only be lived for a moment,
And is why risk is often attained.

Because, to be alright,
We all have to feel like we're living,
Which has nothing to do with comfort,
Despite the common way of thinking.

On The Cusp

Everything's on the cusp,
And that's just what you want,
For as long as you can,
As long as there's still water in your cup,

As long what you've already got,
Is enviable by others,
Because people rarely want to give you a chance,
Unless you come from a good mother.

And it's alright,
If you don't have much to work with,
Just pretend you've got a lot going on,
And that usually does it.

The Best Of You

It is not very hard,
To feel extremely I'll,
Whether from some internal wrong,
Or rooted in how you feel,

Because of something that you have done,
But haven't quite come to terms,
With how it fits in your general view,
Of how the world works,

Because we are all at least two people:
Who we are and who we want to be,
And they alternate so often,
It's hard to see,

Which is alright,
Or rather, alright with everyone else,
Because we'll get away with what we can,
To maximize ourselves.<\blockquote>

Sure and Steady

How do you get it all done,
Without the power of ten men,
While others around you seem to coast through life,
With a little acumen,

And a lot of accomplishment?
Well, have you ever been inside,
Their bodies to experience their intensity,
And feel what it is like?

And have you ever stopped to consider,
How little it might actually take,
By being sure and steady, like the turtle,
To win the race,

And not only be alright,
But surpass your fellow human beings?
Maybe you just need that thought in your head,
To actualize the possibility.<\blockquote>

The Wrench

Sometimes things just happen,
That put a wrench in the works,
And you have to decide if you'll use that wrench,
Or let it make you berserk,

If you are even able to think that way,
For many things can contribute to,
Lacking the capacity to adapt,
And let me list some of them for you:

Nature and nurture really covers it all,
But more should be said about the latter,
Parenting and environment are key,
And societal expectations, for that matter.

And it's alright,
If you can't even dislodge the wrench,
And have to live with it.
Eventually, it becomes a cinch.<\blockquote>

A Lesson Learned

A fall from grace isn't fun.
It takes a lot of humility,
And acknowledgement of your failures,
To even be reality.

For don't underestimate the power of denial,
Because, though perception isn't everything,
It is for the purpose of your existence,
And infuses all meaning,

With what you choose to believe,
Whether right or wrong,
Whether diametrically opposed to the truth,
Or aching for a revolution.

And it's alright,
To come to terms with your shortcomings,
But don't do it without observing others'
Or you'll be left with the wrong teachings.<\blockquote>

Today, You Can Rest

Yes, this one is for you,
Who thinks so much of yourself,
That your insecurity leads you to proclaim,
Mastery over everyone else,

And make claims about your abilities,
That simply aren't true,
And run away in the midst of failure,
So it doesn't seem like it's 'cause of you,

And make no qualms about stealing from others,
As if it was your right,
Imagining that they will all forgive you,
When they finally witness your height,

Which won't happen, alright?
For everyone will find you out,
Because no man can hide his true nature,
When he's as mentally deranged as yourself.

Success

You need to have lots going on,
Always and at all times,
To increase the chance of one of those things,
Producing a vine,

That then produces the fruit,
Of your labor, that then may,
Nourish you enough to plant more seeds,
Nourished by the rain,

Which is the downfall precipitated by the,
Tears of joy that rise up to the sky,
By the heat of the growth of the seeds,
Turning into vines.

And you will be alright,
As long as you continue to plant,
And harvest and cry and cultivate,
Instead of working for the man.<\blockquote>

Money's Not Working

If money is the thing,
That concerns you most,
Then money will be the thing that topples you,
Whether or not anyone knows,

Whether you have more than you can use,
Or are wallowing in debt,
See how this invisible power,
Overwhelms your sense?

And, really, it's not all that unimportant,
Even now it's changing hands,
In ways that affect your daily life,
Like only money can.

But it's alright,
Everyone, is in debt,
And everyone can overcome it,
By forgetting that it exists.<\blockquote>

At The Playground

When you're old enough to know better,
You still cannot escape your self,
When you were given no choice,
Of how much clout you held,

In the eyes of your so-called peers.
Kids can be so cruel,
And now they're still just as old as you,
Running the world,

While you are still a scared child,
Because we learn about life,
Far before we're allowed to live in it,
And far before people learn to be nice.

So, it's alright,
If you never amount to anything,
That's how you were programmed to be,
Before you were told you had to make a living.<\blockquote>

Food

Is there enough food for everyone?
Even if there is,
And it is just unfairly distributed,
We're all getting close to famine,

Whether because the ingenuity humans have used,
In creating food outside of Nature,
Falls under the weight of sheer demand,
Which exceeds our capacity, for sure,

Or Nature, herself, turns on our assumptions,
Which we use for all our technology,
That certain things will remain the same,
No matter how we whack and weed.

And it's alright,
There will always be a few of us left,
To start again from the beginning.
If not, we would be bereft.

It's Over

I know trouble's a brewing,
When I hear that timber in your voice,
Saying it's time to give it all up,
And there is no choice,

For that moment because there is no changing,
What you feel,
Just as there's no way of altering your reaction,
When you leap from flying to where you kneel.

But I have learned through experience,
That such landings are simply to prepare,
Weary bones and knotted muscles,
For another leap into the air,

Because you're alright,
No matter how you seem,
The fire without comes from the fire within,
And I'm honored that you've let me in.<\blockquote>

Mush

Yes, you can change your mind,
On even the most important things,
Though, to say 'change' is kind of like,
Saying that the weather's changing,

When it has more to do with your location,
In relation to it.
Spend your life following the sun,
And your days will never be tainted,

Though, you will also always have your head up,
And not notice the changing terrain,
Which, again, isn't really changing at all,
Just like your brain,

So, let's recap, alright?
Go ahead and follow your heart,
Because the mind only exists for it,
And makes no judgement on how flighty you are.<\blockquote>

What You Want

Maybe what you want,
Is closer than you think,
And not in the direction,
You are heading,

Or thinking of heading, because the promise seems,
To be coming from someplace,
You've never been, and have no idea,
Whether it's just a chase,

After the same thing you think's not here,
That is actually just waiting,
For you to pluck it, do you understand,
What I am saying?

That it's alright,
If you stay put,
And try to get what you want where you are.
Most people miss what is just under foot.<\blockquote>

Baby Steps

You don't really understand,
The nature of momentum,
If you're asking it to exist instantaneously,
To actuate your love,

For laws are not different
From one thing to the next,,
You may as well ask someone to leap to the sun,
In one step,

And live there and call you daily,
And fulfill your every fantasy,
Until you grow tired of the admiration,
And predictability.

And it's alright,
No one's angry at you,
Just understand that the world is large,
And everyone's got things to do.

Your Dreams Come True

Every moment's precious,
So why does it seem,
That you have wasted,
So many in a drunken revery?

Until you've reached that moment when you can say,
"I finally have it all,"
The thought that any should be spent on leisure,
Defies any logic, at all.

And that you don't know when you'll leave this earth,
And so, must make the most of it,
Only argues for living true to yourself,
Which means, knowing your deepest secret,

To what makes you alright,
Which has nothing to do with debauchery,
And everything with where your mind goes,
When it is naturally free.

Your Dream

You only need great foresight,
And determination,
And the freedom to do very hard work,
If you want success in this nation,

And a certain amount of privilege,
And support from those around you,
And luck, and you have to be a nice person,
Well that last one is not true,

And who wouldn't want there to be some kind of chance,
To have the chance to fulfill her dreams,
And have the time to,
Enjoy all that means?

So, it's alright,
Distract yourself all you'd like,
It won't help you get what you want,
Or aid you in your fight.

Your Dreams Will Come True

Things will never happen,
As you imagine they will,
Unless you can imagine outside of time,
And not acknowledge events until,

They conform to your ultimate wishes,
Which, let's be honest, they never will,
So that your dreams are always on the horizon,
Promising realization until,

Your dreams change, or you leave this earth,
Both scenarios guaranteed by your will,
The former prescribed by the changing world,
The latter not on your mind until,

Your final moment, alright?
That's when it all will,
Be clear for the eternity you live it,
Until...

Passion

What makes someone passionate,
About something?
It must speak to her deepest desire,
For self-actuating,

For even a selfless act is done by someone,
Who has something to gain by it,
That is wholly personal,
Isn't it?

And it's not to say this is a bad thing,
For just as Hume says,
It's those actions most lauded that help others,
Regardless of the motives.

And it's alright,
Sometimes the actions help no one,
Not even the person carrying them out,
Other than giving them an obscure dominion.