In a locked up locked down world With the locked in thoughts of an overclocked life There's a freedom found from a present of potential, A key from an unlocked mind. You fear tomorrow, but yesterday is as dangerous, so the saints say Each moment is our choice of how to respond Not in competition, with locked up emotion But keen thought and deliberate choice In others' shoes and understanding empathy In the world, but not of the world.
Landlords, agencies, MPs and their friends Everyone who has will get more and will have an abundance But the one who does not have: even what he has will be taken from him. So why do those who have little share what little they have And those who have much keep it all?