I think about me in my late age alot, retired in my countryside home with someone love and some group of community folks as friend until am snapped back to reality by the sight of an aged woman selling pepper by the road side in a bad weather.
I'm left thinking what happened to her?
didn't she put up a fight good enough to beat her present conditions?
didn't she hear about the future growing up?
In thinking about these , I drift back to my future trying to connect this time and that time. No! I don't want to be like that woman and am brought back to reality by a widow who is crying by the streets, my thought goes wild again. I sure do bet you, she didn't plan on her husband going this soon.
We've all been taught to fixate on the future. well thats good and i've held unto it for damn so long but, I'm not gonna live my life a prisoner of the future, imma just glide through with my sanity intact.
...so this is my thought, we've all been programmed. we are living a video game; U move too quick its game over,
You move too slow, you get stucked, but there's this move that changes event for you, that card that keeps you balanced in motion.
you've got to find your cheat move.