i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated

Our systems show myopic woes
Foresight floats instilled in days
Who gains the most from short term aims
So easy to consume at pace
Routine breaks what hunger takes
Dilated weight from piled plates
To run on empty drives our kind
Spurred on by impulse
Mind caked in space

Clear your clutter on our way
Can shortcuts passed inhibit growth
Will we endure effective change
Sustain slower long term flows
To enter a fairer age
Filled with wisdom of younger days
Which ambitions reign supreme
When the state of fullness is temporary

A useful key to creativity
Write a list of things you need to
do today before you get distracted
by the brain to procrastinate
Prioritise three aims that helps you
produce to consume
The days flick through fast without
a view ahead of what to do
Life is shorter than expected so
hold a set of goals in pursuit
Looking back on what was done
later on fulfils a cycle to review

Struggle has been always
My eternal aim
As everybody makes me feel
It's a shame

As I will never give a ****
Or think to say something the same
Once they ponder or think it's ephemeral
I'd say it will continue to my funeral

I doubt them saying that's insane
As I'll just say the same

Since I knew them dooming
Goals and aims
and will always be looming

As you know hopes will haunt my thinking
sounds like they are trying to exorcise my dreaming
Creepy so it seems, I hope them thinking about conjuring
They are just virtues which are residing

It doesn't hurt that much,
I got my plenty sources who have been
And will always be
Supporting and backing.

So as I bet they simulate epics,
no hunch and so positive I am
they can be psychics
and shrinks.

Mind is a miracle machine, it is always working
If you aren't aware of it you don't really know what you are thinking

You can let it manufacture doubts and get lost in a smoky cloud
Or make it sense the differences and hear everything speak out to you aloud

The path you take was yours to take alone
Your own path can't guide anyone else to their home

You see a man broken and beaten down by time and his wasted efforts
Open your eyes and see him still standing like war stricken forts

Planning and working every moment to get prepared to reach his aims
You might be thinking he is procrastinating and playing games

He isn't playing he is creating the way to his dreams
If you could hear his thoughts, you would know how loud are his screams

He might be waiting, collecting all his will for what he wants and more
You might question him, why stay stuck? What are you waiting for ?

In his mind he might see change different to you, no slow routines lead him to his goal
It is a jump to catch the moon and getting closer after every fall

You are taking steps to reach safety, staying close to the shore
He sees you from the depths of the ocean wondering what are you waiting for ?

Not everyone is made to fit the routines and the rules of society
He is here to challenge and change what you perceive as reality

My hopes are the same as the ones that Icarus had,
Those mad impossible fantasies that always seem to make me glad, but the wax is dripping now,
My fantasies slipping out from within my grasp,
Hand holds slipping through the clouds I try to clasp,
My back reaching out to envelop and kiss the earth,
My decent a curse, as I watch those burning shining hopes fall away,
That Sun that brings me horror of night; so much longer than the day,
And all the way down I’m wishing I’d never flew so high,
Piercing and plummeting down and through the empty sky,
Why I’d ever tried to be something I could never be,
Feathers falling all about and away from me,
Every reason it could of and did go wrong for me to see,
Falling further and farther down from fantasy I wonder why,
Why it was that I, had ever dared to fly.

I may not have set the world on fire,
But neither have I gone down in flames!
Within me remains a burning desire
To achieve every one of my aims.