What is would not exist at all
Without what was it's like
The individual against tradition
Our habits and proclivities
Transcendent and domestic
Things that happen night and day
We were always curious creatures
Each tribe in its own way
And usually there was one or two
Who knew the truth
Who valued it above all
And who were crushed
Pushed back underground
But who keep rising up again
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment