Senaca says Time is our most important asset
And so many of us give freely of our Time
Or have it robbed from us
Well, the days go by quickly,
Unbelievable a lot of times
While in the warehouse, I lust and dream
Of the street
Where ever this magical street is
It’s important to know, that he who
Watches over slaves, also becomes
A slave himself
On Saturdays and Sundays I stare
At trees and birds, and lay around
When I think that I should be out
Doing stuff
But I rest on these days,
Because the other days
Are a car wreck
There are magical days in the street,
But on most days I’m disappointed
Well there’s this room, with a typer
And some good books,
And these things seem like love
Almost
