Time waits for no man or woman.
My mortality is ticking faster than I can fathom.
The population is sinking deeper into mindless souls.
Why can't I walk while breathing air filled with free particles.
Too many prices slapped on every arm.
We walk as zombies...don't you see the harm.
Every soul is born as an artist.
Some how through the years we forgot our canvas.
Shadow has fallen on innocent shoulders.
Monetizing currency while it remains a myth
Can you hear that rumbling thunder.
Bewildering truths were always hidden and buried six feet under.