2 May 2012
I walk real slow and I keep a steady pace. I’ll get there in the end as this life is not a race. What’s the point in rushing when you gotta be no place? Strip yourself of blinkers and just drop right out the chase.
Thinkers don’t wear blinkers, as thinkers see much more. Thinkers are life's inkers, our future we do draw. Life is meant for living, not staring straight ahead. Drop out from this rat race; ensure your mind is fed.
The London Walk • Opuss № I