Spend your life working; it’s slow, it’s rough,
invest too much of your time;
A life accumulating stuff,
shopping is your pastime.
But then something takes place / and you have to change
you beg, you yell, you plead;
but to your disgrace / you can’t rearrange
you just can’t move at that speed.
You trained for the rat race / but isn’t it strange
how the tiniest prick makes you bleed;
but can you erase / or can you exchange?
At some point, you have to concede.
So drop your trash, get real, get tough,
eschew the paradigm;
and you can live unencumbered enough
that you can turn on a dime.