The yellow man that stands on a tortoise
No thought of a grandeur plan
Eyes glazed over and dreams subdued
Brain is still on; one's self-need is placed over the needs of many
Heart is never on; one's self-love is placed over the love of many
The man sits with a good briefcase
Hard eyes fixed on the ground
The briefcase knows vision and sound
Brain is still on; one's self-need is placed over the needs of many
Heart is never on; one's self-love is placed over the love of many
Trapped in this small circle
Lost in the focus
Trapped in this small circle
Lost in the focus
Brain is still on; one's self-need is placed over the needs of many
Heart is never on; one's self-love is placed over the love of many