Don’t take no for an answer when it comes to your success
Where there is the will
There is always a way
But the will must never rest

Don’t let them tell you it’s too late
Prove your resolve
Show them effort
It’s hard to stop a train carrying freight

Yes, you are disadvantaged
You don’t have all the tools
But you can finish what you started
Answer to yourself

We’re fidgety little creatures
Always needing a fix
Funny to watch someone freak out
Terrifying if it’s you
We all need a little yoga
Some deep breathing
Right brain activation
Make the little chipmunk inside your head
Happier
Oh, what we could accomplish
The joy we could spread
If we only knew how to use
The damned things

I can feel changes coming
Something’s gotta give
The routine, the look, the attitude
I’m fed up with it all
I’m sick of myself
My habits and drugs
My shortcomings and failures
Tomorrow’s a new day
I’m turning the page
Metamorphasis
Change paths in the morning

You can’t do this forever
But I feel immortal today
So high and so low
I stayed there for a long moment
But I’m not ready to ly down
There are voids to fill
And I’m an ocean

Walking past restaurants
Sitting at a bus stop
Hands in my pockets
Nothing there but lint

Stomach is empty
And so are my bank accounts
A stranger sits next to me
And bites into a sandwich

So far from home now
Miles from my pantry
My heart sinks and pities me
Life without plastic

On the surface it stinks
And what a dizzying spiral
I dug down to the root
A glowing gold brick of truth
So far beneath the layers
Of the dirt we used to cover
Our misunderstandings

If only you would take my hand
And follow my steps
As I lead you down my path
I could show you this treasure
But I fear you will insist on meeting me there
And you’ll dig with your tools
Using your methods
According to your understanding

Will we ever see eye to eye?

There’s a four hour limit
To sit at a desk.
A four hour limit
For athletes in college
To practice and train
The rest is for study
Four hours for others and one for yourself
Keeps you sane and on top of your health

Does God laugh at us
Or cry?
Is he an active sadist
Or a just another observer with some skin in the game?
Does he wave his hand over our planet
As if to summon a crystal ball
And wonder what will be revealed?
Is he an absentee father,
Spreading his seed throughout the universe
And trusting Mother Nature to tend to the growth and discipline?
Or
Does he hide as infinite smallness
Pervading every corner of the creation, hoping to one day be put back together again?
Is God Humpty Dumpty, and we are inadequate?

How many bridges
Have I burned with my tongue today?
I have revealed my tendencies
My instincts
That make me me
But separate
Me
From
You

For every action
An equal and opposite re-action
So high on kiddie crack
I ran to the gym
And now I am depleted

I love lifting heavy weights
When my mind has outrun my body
Both need exercise to thrive
If only I could contrive
A more perfect system

Where I plan
My mind’s and body’s work
Then food and drugs
Won’t rule my life
And peace might come more naturally