head down, feet forward.
eyes on the prize and the prize on the mind.
conservancy is the name of the game,
unless it's time we're wasting,
time we kill.
there will always be plenty of that.
so spend freely, little children,
spend and don't look back.
everything is fine, don't you pay no mind.
to the wreck that we leave behind,
it's not your fault and it's not mine
change is on the wings of the winds,
and the whole earth tosses and turns.
but how do you prepare for a life,
when the only life we've learned
is behind the next door?
when my only virtue seems to be hearalded
for always moving on, but not stopping
in the tracks of some Other Beauty
