We were once pioneers, hunters & gatherers, explorers and now just animals following the herd an illusion of freedom of which we deserve
Looking up at the sky exploring with our eyes, the same eyes that now stare at the daily concrete greys.
That same sad face passing daily holding the same thoughts as yesterday- and the day before,and the day before..
Money obviously doesnt bring happiness, but if I do it again and again this daily walk, maybe something will change.
You feel sorry for me, but I see your pain - and dont worry you shall be passing again..
