Hallucinations behind closed eyelids..
while drifting through the scent of the Euclid's..
Life carries its own pace through time..
so don't count away the hours on which we chime..
We speak fast but with less clarity
and we don't waste time on others charity
Life was a place to be lived not counted fast...
Life was a place where it's about the game, not who came in last...
Counting seconds onto a early demise..
but I guess some can't see the real rat race's disguise..
Life is a quest for yourself, not the holy greenback..
where its not how you explode, it's how you react..
Walk on eggshells to appease the raise at the end...
but I guess on some things we all have to depend..
Me on words and reason, you on which color is green this season..
Me on diction and notes, you on your all-mighty stock quotes.
Some say, Money is the root of all evil and it's what kills...
Some say it's the root of greed and feeds the sweatshop mills..
Some say it's the heaven for us on this desolate earth...
Some say it's not the clue, it's the value of it's true worth..
Hallucinations behind closed eyelids, colors of gold..
Tangents of stars and galaxy's which can never be sold..
Sparks and explosions to peak the inner mind..
since this is one thing that can never be mined..
Some people will tell you things, but it's always better to know for yourself..
So look up at the wall of bullshit and take their quote and put it on a shelf.

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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