Time is a waste if one is not moving
every second standing still is a moment wasted
If you step faster, would one have excess time?
and if the mind is priceless, how much for your heart?
Every penny spent is measured against the use
and the hate to waste leave you plenty full
You calculate the save more than the pleasure
bound by math
letting it weigh your path
All the thinking
only leaved you with a heavy mind
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind