The time goes over and over... every second is gulped down
In the past of a growing dream, that will end in our own growing image of perfection.
One image that is different for each of us.
Every living being that can think and do,
Has got their own vision of a world without war,
A world filled with good things.
My vision? A globe of thinking beings,
So much people who all day in and day out are doing their things,
Alone, with someone else and even with someone else without knowing that the one that you're doing something with really does exist.
Words make sentence like here...
They teach you to read and write... They teach you to think on one way...
But can that? Of course I am doing that here... And you are doing that there...
Everybody has got their things and thoughts.
But still we can't accept that we're different than the neighbours door.
So long people are criticizing people with an other culture or belief...
But we... Safe surround with our stuff and things, we'll never know about those things...
We live!.. And we must let live!
