On saying "you do the same"

    I have, on countless occasions, seen the use of (and used) the argument "you did <something similar> yourself" when one is confronted on a questionable doing. The main problem I have with this argument is that it works both ways. If A does something bad, and B does something similar, then we can have B pointing out A's poor judgment, whereupon A points out that B has done the same, or we can have it the other way round. Then the winner of the argument is merely a matter of who was stupid enough to make the first move. I suppose it is a type of ad hominem argument, whereupon you go after the accuser instead of justifying your deed / admitting your mistake. I don't think you should feel smug about winning the argument after doing that - the simple fact is that you both lost.

Buried Treasure

A rusty old axe chisels away
It chances upon an unnoticed cave
From whence there flows a dullish glow
And then a voice slowly exclaims:

Let it shine free,
Let it shine through me
Let it find, let it find, let it find...
Away from all this comfort shall this mind be.

No more solace in stubborn ways
For in unknown places at last I may
Find long-lost delights of olden days;
May this old soul rejoice, and rise from its grave.

A rusty old axe chisels away
To uncover, remove, and then replace
That part of a heart that wouldn't give way
With a smoldering flame, a wrinkled rose that wouldn't decay,
A fickle thought that shall not say nay.

Restless

Struck by lightening whenever I move
Nimble fingers held tight with glue
A mind that's jumping, bouncing pumpkins
This is not what I should do.

Slippery shoes on floors of ice
Hold on tight, I feel like mice
Chasing the breeze to the nearest cheese
This is not what you'd call nice.

Marching lice through a forest fire
Pricked by thorns while jumping higher
Swinging branches, tingling armpits
Definitely not what you'd desire.

I'm not tired, don't know why not
I've gotta do more, I can't stop this
Must lock myself and block my senses
Gotta knock myself out senseless
Restless, restless, restless, restless,
Restless, restless, restless, restless.

I have nothing to give, to anyone
I'm the poorest of souls.

Who am I?
I am one who would not
One whose essence it is to not
No never, I would not
I am nobody.