Try as you might, little one

Try as you might, little one.

Crying through the night.

Try as you might, little one.

With 20/20 hindsight.

Try as you might, but where will you go?

"Into the past, to see a glimpse of sunrise."

Lay in your bed, little one.

Eyes red; to that, no surprise.

Think of the others, little one.

Think of them, bringing glimmers of hope.

Think of the good in the people,

it's time to do what you're told.

But though you try, little one.

Nothing escapes the shatters inside.

"So what do I do?"

Try as you might, little one.

Try as you might.

I Can Do It

Leave the rest behind, you know it's a memory.

Last week's trash ain't this week's art gallery.

Make no mistake, it is not yet time, sir.

Wallowing before tomorrow's sunrisen blurs.

Step it up-- one foot at a time.

Don't give up, yet. It's your tomorrow, not mine.

The grand piano, stained black consistently over white,

Keeps people like me in the prospective limelight.

Harsh attacks from the music masochist

strikes over and over (strings) until nothing exists

save a world of peace where we can all live in,

a singularity where nothing is limited.

Step it up. One foot at a time.

Don't give up, yet. It's your tomorrow, not mine.

I can do it. It's not left versus right.

We can do it. Hear me?

Fucking right.

(works well with a hip hop beat)

Universe

I resign, from the earth's design.

Melt away, like a sign of the times.

When I go, I will be long gone.

We compromise, please, just truth, no lies.

Individualize, with individual eyes.

Get it?

This shouldn't be surprising;

We'll extend ourselves to the depths of the horizon.

From there, we'll be heard,

all throughout the world,

To the ends of the universe.

To the ends of the universe.

(works well with a hip hop beat)

A(ny) Way

"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.

Love them anyway.

(If) you do good, (people) may accuse you of selfish motives.

(Do) good anyway.

If (you) are successful, you may win (false) friends and true enemies.

Succeed anyway.

The (good) you do (today) may be forgotten tomorrow.

Do good anyway.

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable.

Be honest and transparent anyway.

What you (spend years building) may be destroyed overnight.

Build anyway.

(People who) really want help may attack you if you (help) them.

Help them anyway.

(Give the world) the best you have and you may get hurt.

Give the world your best (a)ny(way)." -Mother Teresa

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(If people do you false good today, spend years building people who help give the world a way.)

Nostalgia

There is a wonderful feeling that wells up inside my chest when I look back at fond memories. It's not something that can easily be described, but it's strong. Emotionally strong. If words could be put to it, it'd be something like...."Oh, how I long for this again."

Ironically enough, this feeling arose when I glanced at my first blog, which now is fairly old and stale...Miscellany, my stab at literary humor. I remember how much fun it was to sit down and think of puns that were intentionally painful to read. And how much of an experience it was to share my blog with others, who commented and shared their own little stories and outlooks on life with me. It was a nice, small community.

And it was a good time.

But gradually, the posts became....less. Less in quantity, probably less in quality, and less in effort. There was just too much stuff to do-- too much real-world stuff that keeps people from sitting back and enjoying simple pleasures. Sadly, this real-world stuff is also what separates boys from men and girls from women. This stuff includes all the responsibility and all the psychological development and impact from cultures, groups and environments that overwhelm people in their adult years....and these things are why people like me say we don't have time to write anymore.

But why don't we have time?

"I'm too busy." "I have a job." "I have too much homework." "I'm not in the mood." "There's something more important." "I'd rather hang out with my friends." "It was something I did back when I was a kid."

...it was something I did back when I was a kid.

There may in fact be a million excuses for why I can't blog anymore, or why she can't play with dolls, or why he can't play tag in a field, or why you can't talk to that one good friend all those years ago...but no matter what it is, these things are simply something "we did back when we were kids."

What a depressing thought. Am I saying I can't blog anymore, because it's childish? Or that you can't play tag?

Not at all. But all these nostalgic moments that people have-- they're wonderful memories because those were times when people were free of the hardships they're aware of now, and were able to blissfully do what they wanted, without thinking, "I could be doing something more important." Because after witnessing financial tragedy, legal responsibility, bills, alcohol, drugs and whatnot, it's hard to see life in the same light. And when the world demands people to constantly work in some way or another in order to survive and succeed...it makes times like playing tag and blogging humor seem childish.

I wish I could go right back into the mindset of, "Let's write something today, and check up on my other bloggers, and reach out and try to promote my blog." But the adult mindset takes over and writes it off as "Sorry, you don't do that anymore."

I wish it didn't do that. Because the reality is that none of us are truly as busy as we think we are. That time we had back then still exists now.

We've just changed.