October 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
Prisoners of time and material things. Slaves of word and emotion. Running like little rabbits, digging that hole, trying there to find their happiness. And when at last the work is done, don’t sit down – it’s time to dig another one. That’s right, when they find happiness, they go further wanting more, more, MORE. Pathetic little rabbit race. Oh, sinnerman, where you gon’ run to? But still, if I was that rock you would need, I’d hide you.