4 November 2012
Walking along,
The road is not mine,
drop any litter and I will face a fine for the roads I pay to be swept.
So the road must be kept clear at all times
Except for traffic and kids committing crimes.
Flip this round and look from my angle
how life is becoming much more of a strangle
Deluded or not I will chase that carrot until it’s mine
or at least till I run out of time
But many more can see just like me
that it is becoming old and stale, but weak and frail
they will try till they prevail
Electronic Eyes • Opuss № I