There is a difference between,
Lost and not wanting to be found.

Lost is eating fruit loops in the park
While people step over you.

Not found in under the stairs,
Inside the trunk full of dead people's clothes
Counting five seconds between each breath,
So you can listen for mice and postmen.

Listen.
Or more appropriately I'm listening.

I know you aren't happy
And you are unsure of what to do,
And no matter how many times you try
It always comes back to money,

I get it.

This weird concept of trading our time for tokens

But the best advice I can give you
Is to not follow your dreams,
Ignore your passions,
Stop worshiping Disney.

Join forces with others if you can
And make money.
Its the only way to get free,
To reclaim your life,
To do something that matters.

You are soon dead.
That's the only sure thing.
Money will liberate you from fear.

That's as good as it gets

I forgot to tie my shoes
On a Tuesday afternoon.
And I stumbled out the door,
On my way to Saskatoon.

I banged my knee and ankle
And cursed the lord in vain.
Life has so many bright spots
I really can't complain.

I haven't told a man in a Santa Claus suit to *******.

Yet.

I haven't kissed a marmot on the lips.

Yet.

I haven't ridden a horse over a mountain while smoking a cigar.

Yet.

I haven't made love only speaking French.

Yet.

I haven't waded in a swamp full of alligators.

Yet.

I haven't freed someone I know from jail.

Yet


I haven't watched anyone I know breathe their last breath.

Yet.

I haven't given up on lottery tickets.

Yet.

I haven't stolen a car and raced down a country road.

Yet

I haven't stopped trying to knit.

Yet.

I haven't forgotten about making love to you in a cave.

Yet.

I haven't found any money in a ditch.

Yet

I haven't asked for help from a nun.

Yet.

I have not jumped into the sea from a tall cliff.

Yet.

I have not told you that I memorized all the poems you wrote.

Yet

Relief is the essential,
To everything that's joy,
Our ecstasy's revealed,
When our worry is destroyed.

Matter, anti-matter,
Just look in the mirror,
There's two of you still standing,
You never need to fear.

Things work out for better
Only seldom for the worse,
One side is our fear of death,
The other the reverse.

Charity is never given,
It's always just a loan,
Kindness is a favour,
Returned when we atone.

Life's about choices and soft spoken voices,
Whispered wise thoughts and a few maybe- nots,
We take a chance one day and then go the other way,
The world let's us wander and wants us to ponder.

You can change up your mind and be angry or kind,
We're not just machines, with their push button dreams,
If you don't like your path, then just do the math,
And take new directions, to new intersections,

Because time is a trick that goes by very quick,
Death's single reward is you'll never be bored.