I want to be free,
and fly so freely,
but something i somehow see
seems to realize me.
I once heard something
Something about this little thing.
" All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave. "
It means towards all the work,
after all the times without a smirk,
your just digging yourself a grave,
a grave you cannot save.
Who is really God?
For i rather just walk over an esplanade.
Funny really for i don't care about lord.
Hell, i rather get bored.
I do almost everyday.
Same old place i say.
Nothing to do, nothing to care
Not even something about a retarded dare.
Sad really, I'm wasting my life
Water at hand, a rotten old knife.
Nothing to do. Wait i uh, repeated that
Heh, i can't think right because of my cat.
I forgot where were we,
I believe it was my eyes to see.
See something that is free.
Let it be;
A man will work without pay
But would rather moan and cry everyday.
" Not enough money, not enough chances,
Don't ask for any advances. "
I don't get paid to do this
For i love to write and exists.
I barely get paid at all
i don't work in the fall.
I spoke with my father today
" Don't ******** up your life cause you won't get enough pay.
I ******** up in high-school and wanted to be the class-joker
Now im ********' working 2 jobs " And yes he's a smoker.
I love him though,
More than my eyes marveling at the snow.
But a perfect example for this piece,
Try to understand it at least.
A man without work and pay
Is repeating the same by day and day.
" All our lives we sweat and save,
Building for a shallow grave. "
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