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Too much money is a terrible plan,
too many take it off your hands.
Too little money is just as bad,
too many folks think you a 'shab'.
Too much fame is a rotten test,
too many people disturbing your rest.
Too much pondering all this stuff...
better to be the anonymous cuss.
(hulitoons)
I'm glad I didn't live back then
when minds were very small,
but glad I won't tread future when
great strides will see ME small!
(hulitoons)
I found a seed caught in my hair.
I could toss it and not care.
I could crush it like a joke.
Or I could plant it and grow hope.
(hulitoons)
The older I get the longer I've walked
the more I've seen and heard the 'talk'.
I turn and shout for those behind,
but none can hear, deaf are their minds.
No matter what dangers I might warn,
those at my heels are on their own
just as I was when following friends
who've already left life's furthest end.
(hulitoons)
'Be fruitful and multiply' said the king to his slaves,
'the more the merrier, make me money to save.'
'I'll give you a ditch in which you can sleep,
and I'll let you die when you become weak.'
'I have no worries as long as you make
more of yourselves that I can take.'
(hulitoons)
Pain is the 'word' and you need a 'sword'
that can cut it away without hurting you more.
Pain is chaos that short-circuits the soul.
Pain is the essence of hell's fiery poles.
When pain curls-crisp and blinds all the light,
There is no strength to stand up and fight.
That's when others beyond the curse
are the only true 'swords' besides a hearse.
(hulitoons)
This shoe fits but the other too tight;
I must be off to a lopsided night.
Now it's my pants that don't fit right...
ah...
Got'em on backwards....now I'm alright.
(hulitoons)
Life starts in a vortex that spins very fast,
but time 'feels' forever since the edge is so vast.
The vortex narrows as life pushes down,
so time 'feels' faster as you travel around.
When finally you reach the vortex-end spout,
it's more like a mouth that spits you out...
...into a place where 'time' cannot be
and after life's ride you're finally free.
(hulitoons)
I sing to my bird who thinks I'm a star,
and when I feel small that goes pretty far.
How can a critter lift you so high
when you're feeling down and keep you alive?
(hulitoons)
I've often wondered what it'd be like
if I couldn't scream, or run or fight?
If someone wanted to cut me down,
But I was a tree rooted to ground?
(hulitoons)
