We may think of it as just an amusement
Maybe even as a way of passing the time
But think of it as a way of living
and dealing with your days
One day arrives, when you realize
not everyone's a friend
And though you've lost your way
the dogs won't give a leg
For just living on memories
some day you'll forget yourself
And your long working road
leads only to an end
Think of it as time flying
and freeing your dying days
It is indeed strange to feel like a stranger.
Careful not to move a finger 'cause you'll harm someone someway.
First you think you're the new birdy in the cage, then you can imagine you're just another rat in lab. But there's a point when you realize it's just another context and people are still people (wherever)
Everywhere you'll find the street-wise, the playboy, the quiet guy, the sweet lady, the grumpy one, and of course the barking people! ( >:< Watcha look'nat? )
Anyway, once you know the social contract and the conventions in your current context, you're ready to help the machine. She's glad to have you back; 'cause no matter where, she always needs you.
