Young and Foolish

Young and Foolish
Young and Foolish

Young and foolish we skip around,

Searching for something we could conquer

And be proud of.

But what is all the doubt?

Why shout? To fight? To take people down?

When all we need is to be wiser and kinder

To the outer bounds.

 

There are remarkable people

Coming from time to time,

And they get stronger each day,

They are also young, but are they foolish?

Or do they have a key that opens the doors of their minds?

Such is the challenge for many,

To open the doors or shut them up.

Are you here to make the world move or get moved by the world?

 

We are here to do what we were made to do,

And that we make the world a little better place,

Than when we came in.

We don’t have much time to be young and foolish.

Sure we should have time to have fun,

But do we really try to make it better?

 

Existence. Social judgment and failure,

These things make us collapse,

Under certain circumstances,

We are here to live our lives and make our mistakes,

But we certainly can minimize the bad outcomes.

We can minimize the mistakes and make the world less bitter,

More friendly of a place.

 

When we work, we do something good.

A tremendous amount of effort was put to build the networks,

That create our world,

To take a meaningful path is the hardest choice to make,

But we shouldn’t collapse in front of the choice,

We should find grace in every moment,

In every voice.

 

Like Peterson said,

If you live a pathological life you pathologize your society,

And that my friend is hell.

So why to build hell when you can build heaven?

Life is all about measures,

Let’s concentrate on the good and bring solutions on,

Instead of bringing the problems.

 

Anger is not a key to life.

Patience is.

The Magic of the Time

Cloud Pie
Cloud Pie

The magic of the time,

Is more expensive than any golden dime,

I want to see you through an ocean,

If all you have is a dozen minutes before your head explodes

And you no longer sin.

 

Anyway, the magic and the time,

Are two possible things we should outline,

They put us to a test of our worth,

And so we do what we should because otherwise

We wouldn’t be understood

If we wouldn’t fail, but if you wouldn’t fall

You wouldn’t kn0w you could or couldn’t

And if it was that easy, you wouldn’t want it,

Becuase if anyone could reach it,

It wouldn’t be worth to stretch your hands towards it.

 

Many know the right words,

Some other know the chords,

And third ones put all together and make a song,

Such is life, only a few make it worthier than it was before.

 

We are here and here is that,

What we want and next door there is a neighbor you will never know

You will never want to know,

Becuase how would you dare to waste the magic of the time,

Upon someone who is even saying ‘hello’, ‘bye’ or ‘let it go’ when you hold and won’t let it go?

After all, we choose our own friends and where we hang out too,

So let us do what we do,

Because we are alive for only so long,

And that is our herd.

 

Clumsy dance of the mortals along the sunrises and sunsets,

Magic of the time makes us regret,

We are here wasted and full of sin,

Music made us sing…

 

We are alive and and we are here to complete the rest,

That’s what we do,

Screw those who don’t believe in you,

Make it up and bake some cloud,

It’s worthy to eat a pie in form of a cloud.

That one is without a doubt.

Why are we even fighting?

War Fighting
War Fighting

So much land goes untamed,

Artifical nature farms are disdained,

We are here on Earth, planning our own curse,

And hell that we create is there for us to obliterate our own kind.

We are lost. We are out of mind.

 

And yet again why are we even fighting?

The mind is so consuming,

That most of people aren’t even thinking,

They are partying and drinking and breeding,

Without even thinking.

 

We need educate our children to think like grown men,

To ask the questions that bring clarity to them.

Why are we even fighting? – is one of them.

 

We are the generous kind,

We should explore the mind,

The vast cosmos too,

It all was made for you and me.

Such is logic that you so heartedly deny.

 

People are screaming and shouting too,

People are wildlife when it isn’t up to you.

But what you can do?

Is teach them a lesson,

Of asking a question “Why are we even fighting?”

When there is so much to do?

 

Exploring Earth,

Finding solutions,

Bringing to life lost attributions.

That what should do,

And not being in a battle for what will pass away when death is due.

 

The life is so vast,

We should bring things to life.

Otherwise, we learned nothing and still are fighting to survive.

When we should learn to thrive,

When we should learn to breathe,

When we should learn to be as one,

Not the lost one,

But one that was found by himself in darkest of the clouds,

And has been brought back to cheering crowds.

 

We are inheriting this Earth,

From people vast and many,

We shouldn’t think like old men that fell,

And there were many,

We should rather ask and do,

What we can,

To make our living a better plan.

 

Adventure

Adventure
Adventure

Adventure isn’t something we should seek,

The adventure will find us when there is a need.

People who are of class,

Know how to enjoy simple things,

And make adventures out of them,

Everyday life may be an adventure in itself,

If you know how to treat it well.

 

People are running from a place to a place,

People are timing their own grace,

But adventure is something that comes from itself,

Adventure cannot be put on a shelf.

 

People are timid, people are wild,

We are all someone lousy child.

We know how to run, we know how to walk,

We all enjoy a swift chat and friendly talk.

What we forget, is at times to be open to new ideas,

That don’t lay under a rock.

We should open our hearts and minds too,

So those who surround would open too,

That is a true adventure of life,

Being open and knowing that there is more than just the drive.

There is meaning, there is life,

There are troubles as well as delights.

We are all in the same boat,

We are swimming in the direction of meeting the Satan or God.

 

Depends on you, how you treat it,

The most valuable asset, your life, and time.

Because once it’s wasted, there is no return.

Only a friendly reminder to keep going on.

 

We all have to admit that there is life beyond,

Scrabbles, hamburgers, meat, there is more than simple concerns

Of how to dress or what to eat.

We should open the door to thinking and feeling concrete.

Life isn’t jealous it’s yourself you have to beat.

 

People are standing in life,

One of them going to be the leader, the lion.

May it be you, my dear reader,

As you probably do belong in the head of the fish,

Than in a tail.

You have the right to bring on the light

To those who are frail.

We all have a role, just select yours,

And perfect it.

God has his own goals, and we are just playing a part,

So, be graceful and start! Simply start!

Make it happen

Make it Happen
Make it Happen

Every time you wonder about your goal in life,

You should go ahead and try to make it happen,

Whether it’s running every morning or writing a novel.

Make some baby steps to your goal,

It’s what really makes you closer to the world that you are dreaming of.

 

Man and women around the globe set goals and reason

For a better living,

Some of them pretend believing,

But I can assure you that some other are not only dreaming,

They are there to have a stand,

Just to make you understand,

That everything is possible,

And all you have to do is to stretch your hand and get to work.

 

Work doesn’t sound cool,

But each and every one had done stuff that we just wouldn’t

Stop our self from doing,

That kind of stuff should be your work.

Whether it’s singing, swimming, running or simply breathing,

You could teach your way through all to the world you are believing

Should surround you.

 

Some say love what you do,

And others say do what you love.

I say do what works for you and learn to love what you do.

Otherwise, there is no way to make it happen.

 

People are screaming, getting stressed, obsessing over dreams coming true,

I can only suggest moderating the stream of thoughts that are surpassing you.

Don’t let your mind to play that trick on you.

Just behold and make baby steps in right direction,

They themselves will guide you.

 

Step by step, second after second,

You build up what you should do.

All the world is here spinning around you,

But you shouldn’t let your head spin with it too,

Simply what is working and build your own way through.

You are OK. That you should know, remember we are all in the same boat,

We are swimming towards a new world created with things that we do.

Make it happen, as many already do.

Staggering

Staggering
Staggering

Staggering people

Staggering poe,

I am among the sheeple

I am among the law.

 

No nonsense in this mind,

No not one person that is so kind.

I am lonely,

I admit,

I am only,

Bare feet.

 

Such is life,

Such is what we do,

Staggering people

Staggering you.

 

No not one on this Earth,

Is worthy a bloody remorse.

Life is a shift of days and nights,

People are crazy for their lights.

I know what I am saying.

I know what I do.

I am here alone,

Alone with you.

 

Plenty of goals.

Plenty of tolls.

I know.

I know.

A little about your show.

The way you play the game,

The same way I spell my name, to you.

 

Another ghost town,

Another man lost and found,

And a fountain of youth,

Someone here to abuse,

People starve their lives to death,

We can not progress.

Such is life,

Such is the way,

Staggering mammal on its way.

 

Bloody massacre of youth,

Bloody messages no one could use…

People stand and people fight,

Just to see tomorrow’s light.

I sit in a corner and grin a little bit…

I want to be your shoulder,

I want to share my wit.

But hours aren’t getting longer,

While I linger and wait for you a little bit.

 

People are shadows,

Staggering shadows,

Of what they could be.

I only want to be free.

 

Senses are dull.

I am a fool.

Senses are dull.

I am too cool.

 

No pleasure in this game,

They all call me insane…

I am a man of the future past,

Like Logan, I tend to draft…

I don’t know the difference between the evil and good.

I am often misunderstood.

I just want to pull away,

I just want to finish my day.

Such is the curious life, of a man,

Such the absence of a good friend.

Time.

Time.

And time again.

I walk as the world freezes before this sinful man.

 

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