The world is small. . . . . . . And no one can hear our tiny call . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How much we shout, how much we cry,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And our bodies get left behind, rotten and dry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .All these miseries for our own stupid actions, . . . . Had we been only sane enough to divide our needs and wants into different sections. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The above might happen a hundred years since my own death, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And I'm only warning you not to put your head inside the mouth of a hungry gator.
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