Constantly dreaming. Yet, my body continues working like a machine, keep the pistons steaming and clean.
One day we will awaken to the reality of it all, and take one giant leap for mankind, yet still so small.
When will we learn that our minds are the true source of work, not the hours of constantly bending and scooping filthy pounds of dirt.
While necessary and a dream to some, working for them ignores the membership to the new Country Club, but a fight for chances to escape hell, their homes, the slum.
We take for granted how easy we have it, sitting behind our constantly evolving superficial habit, chasing pre-determined dreams so we will Just Do It, even if we must illegally grab it.
I hope for a day when work aiding the greedy is no longer, and we can finally concentrate on the true goal of developing our world and mind together.
Without the ****** conflicts, what will slimy men above do? They will shake at night in their beds, worried to death that their defeat is in the population's collective heads
Knowledge is power, and power in this century is undefined; materialistic riches lose their value quickly when you can create things with your mind.
Open the floodgates to creativity, and finally use the power of connectivity. We must step up, and stand together, when we begin developing the future for our new century.