Fame and money. A weird race?
Who are you, honey, without grace?
Jaws of hunger for dollar sign;
Can I NOT be with you in line!?
Time is flying and flying us
In a hurry to under the bus.
Maybe someday in sorrow ore
People stop and receive some more...
More of wisdom and more of hope,
Stop from rolling a downhill slope.
Switch on natural human glow
And pick up dreams from a burning stove.
