Its not too late. Just turn around. Run toward the real American dream-- freedom. Become free from the white picket fence. It is a trap and the cheese is stale.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
There is a barrier in front of me. It is a white picket fence. I am not outside of it looking in at some greener grass or bigger house. I'm stuck inside of it looking out. The American dream is in reality a prison. Designed like a rat trap. The cheese looks so appealing but once you get it *snap* But it doesn't work quite like that. Its not designed to keep a man in one place. It is designed to keep him moving like Sisyphus until he dies with the most meaningless toys.