I saw the world today, all the little people in a perfect array... focused, collected, interconnected and yet all so alone... so full of hatred, fully immersed in the journey they made for each other, why do they bother?! is it just a distraction? there reaction to a world empty of true satisfaction, a world not made for them neither for me, this world belongs to nobody.
Some lift themselves up to be god, some seek his heaven, some lay in his mud... all blind... all covered in blood, blood from there own goal, there own game... some seek money, some heaven, some fame... they would go far to get to there goal... as if throwing the coal... in there own train, as it keeps going and they keep throwing they all go insane... with grief, power, hate, pain!
All the little people... so immersed in there own game's thrill... non of them can see past the hill.