Jeffrey P Mothersill · Dec 17, 2011
No hurry

Instant gratification generations
all nations bent on material sensations
but to wait for something great
takes patients and vurtues, morals and debate

Carved in stone, chissel in hand
all my own roaming the land
time is a test and rocks last longer then the rest
some were moved from all around
back and forth across the ground
slowly and surely, theres no hurry

Step after step
with no debt
I live small
I have it all

 
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