Goodness Sakes

When you own the world, baby

It won't mean a thing

The terror you inspire, baby

Worn like a wedding ring

The lights go up and down and out

And slap the face of time

I might just want a bite of you

But it's never to be mine

Forever caught in this prison of thoughts

I just can't  seem to come clean

Why is it I never do as I ought?

For goodness sakes, I don't know what it means

When you understand, baby

All you've got is regret

The horror of our memories

Are a matching set

Life goes on, around and round

And fills the space between

What is lost and what is found

Is it just another dream?

Forever caged in this stage of desire

I just act as though I care

Why is it I can't feel what I inspire?

For goodness sakes, I don't know what it means

Lego Semantics for Anti-Absolutists

The actuality of focused manifestation depends entirely on one's perception of a given situation in relation to former scenerios of similar ilk. An original point of motivation reflects the usual survival mechanisms of not only oneself, but that of one's forebears. Poised for glory of any level, our drive to achieve some kind of advancement can range from that which is merely different, to that which is world-changing. The positive or negative aspects of any change has less bearing on the actual process than that certain indefinable need to experience some sort of happening new to the body/mind/soul. It seems a rather unique quality that we are capable of perceiving the slightest variation of any given cycle or routine as progress, if for no other reason than it has taken place at different time-which is probably the ONLY constant, as nothing can occur twice in the same moment. Think about THAT as your Froot Loops go soggy!