this is not self-help

[artolmaeus]

today is not the day for rest, rest is not sleep

sleep is not an option, if you want some auto upkeep

now is not the time to wait, how much time will then be spent

it is not the quest for money, money can be replaced

there is nothing you need to borrow, you already have

for it has never been a question of ability,

maybe it is a lie what you think you lack

you cannot really quit, you can never start

it all began at the moment, there was a beating of your heart

for once, it is a time to stop, but only a few things

in a place of too many voices, it is only a few who sing

it is always time to hear the harmony, hear the dissonance

and the spaces that hold so much inbetween

it is never to consider order, or what just needs to be clean

so much is self organizing, when you move out of its way

for it is a whole month of Sundays, when all you do is say

words, oh the sound of words, so much should be unsaid

words can go too far, so far till you are dead

words will never tell a story, that may sound absurd

but life is more the measure of action, than any well said word

life is hard with easy decisions, life is hard with hard decisions

but the outcome is not deterred, and no abacus is ever needed

no bead rows to measure, to many's heavy dismay

but for a moment just to stop, consider the nature of your play

the stage that you were thrust upon, the many lines you were shown

there is really very little, very little in this world you own

because you can never start, it started when there was a beat within your heart

it is a sound most mysterious, most fascinating, and no words it can impart

today is not the day for rest, how much of life do we rest away

but as for the quality of our sleep, it usually has too much dismay

as for running, that may lead to some really hard falls,

and tripping along the way, without the scratches and the bruises

words make no display, though billboards might have them rather large

you are not these things, you are actually no thing,

for within you lies something else, whether a peasant or a king

the movement of the vast oceans, the waves of rise and fall

and you are some energy in this moment, come one and come all

energy cannot stand still, and neither can I nor you

in stillness there is more than silence, it is the time that we are through

though sleep is something different, it is a different shoe,

a shoe still worn, and fully running, as long as there is a you

there is a heart still steadily beating, wishes, dreams and hopes for sure

and cannot be as it ever was, because, the past is what you never were

what you never are, what you never will be, except for now, this now

now is not the time for quitting, nor fighting, nor surrender, nor anything defend

and if time is ever ongoing, for us all, it will come to an end

and in time, life will break, the safest place you might seek to live

life will break all the rules, the rules you may think apply

and so much you never see, never know, no matter how good the eye

still is still moving, at least it is a line in the song, but stillness is not always still

perhaps stillness is a concept all from time to time get wrong

what gets stilled and what is left running, and all this is between

it is not the time for order, or to worry what to clean

now is just the moment, to be what you have never been