Three months have passed, has not person noticed? Today is half of two and yet we don't set our focus. What will we do when we are suddenly old and grown? We didn't take the time to fill our childhood instead now, we've killed it. Lost our dreams to the world's mainstream, the current too strong to fight it. Controlling our every move like a German air force pilot. We play the part of kiss-up Italy, just staying out of the way. Never trying to win like a Winston Churchill nay.
When will we learn that following the leader is only a child's game?How come we always seek one another's fame? Not pleased with ourselves, not happy to see our own reflection. Instead we let the outside in and it takes over the life we wanted. It takes us down a road along the weary indentation. Making us watch the scene from a not so happy ending. Come now no time to waste, remember that old Grimm saying. Stay on the path young riding hood or else the wolf will snatch you.