'Well, I try my best, To be just like I am, But everybody wants you, To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored'* RZ or Bob Dylan
Tho the truth is I see,
it is our choice whereby
we are willing to take our lot
with a chance that we might be
some of the few that may make what
only a few can on one hand achieve where,
Never mind what rigging you believe in or not on the other, anyone can...
still this is more our choice I believe which we refer to 'the or some system'
Tho this same system near any one world over
will (not just could) truly allow the real options of our choosing's.
Had or have we clear choice perhaps we would.
Some see better than others, others all other gifts.
We are all overly realized enough for a much more rewarding reality of life on this planet.
We must be sure about what's not right, not going to work, what or how we must be the change, changing.
Perhaps we need a bit more time or series of awakenings hopefully not having to be overly rude overdue...
We maybe having more and more of one experience from only 7 billion of the infinitely possible perspectives,
as time marches on and off....
*Tho all I know is what I see and can believe will only be
Part of at least 7 billion may be's!!!
Robert A Zimmerman, RAZ aka Bob Dylan's - Maggie's Farm
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfdJc5Sp5E8
http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/maggies-farm#ixzz2f4vml8BT