Walking and looking on a Sunday.
My mind lingers like the atmosphere of a bad deed
I feel it the greed of the inner me,
Self-centering fool, disagree with you I must
For the things you speak of I really don't have interest.
Look at everyone walking their walks of life all of us living but for what?
It’s for living sake I think
For we all go through our days with the same motive
To get on the other side of the day
Our endless cycle we wake up we pursue something we get tired we
sleep
The next day we keep working towards this thing
With no clue on whether we will find it or not.
Are we all self-centered beings?
Or should we all actually help each other
Turn to a stranger and give them money whenever
For another day it will be their turn to give to you
Because we are all after the same thing trying to get to the same place.
akeim buck.