Masses of people
All head the same way
Like ants through a hill
Same roads everyday
We give up ourselves
For most of our lives
Our time is cut short
With behavioral knives
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Masses of people
All head the same way
Like ants through a hill
Same roads everyday
We give up ourselves
For most of our lives
Our time is cut short
With behavioral knives