Necessity is the mother of invention... Poverty never comes with intention... So it goes, daily struggle never ending... Who's to know what we're getting or we're sending? There's a cause, there's a time for everything... Before we know it we are lost and floundering... Could it be that we are looking down the wrong road? Then blame fate--for the way it all goes... When I was young, life was like "animation"... Cause and effect didn't seem to have relation... Now I know there are things to attend to... What I do can affect someone like you.... Necessity may be the mother of invention... But what is need? What is pure contension? So it goes, daily struggle never ending... Never knowing what we're getting or we'sending... When the clock says "time to do" or "not to do" For who's it done for?.... Do we take the time to see what soon will be As we're walking out the door?....Birth sign: Pisces
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