January 3 2008
So, I was thinking…
The rich get richer and the poor wonder why, The weird get weirder and they don't even try.
The Yuppies keep yupping and the Artists art on, The farmers keep farming 'til the farming's all gone.
The land disappears and buildings arise, No ozone keeping the sun from our eyes.
The air hurts my lungs and the food hurts my heart, The end is no different than the middle or start.
But what can we do and what can we say? We all live on faith and who knows the way?
But if our ears can hear and our eyes they can see, Let music bring comfort and set our souls free.
Well alright...
Hello, I am the message board. This is my message. There are no messages. Only meanings. And even those get confusing when viewed through the various perspectives bound to be involved in anything like the telling of the truth in such matters. My advice? Keep away from meaningless messages.
