The little guy opens his little shop
to make sure there’s a patch
for the shoe the farmer needs to go and tend to his fields.
Out there there’s a shot
that warns those who dare come in
into our lives and dreams and break up our peace.
Somewhere there’s a fear
that the day may not really end
cause you never know what might fall down from the skies.
Closer theres a road thats laid
by a bunch of hands and stomachs
that die a smaller death everyday on just a bowlful of rice.
Am I being carried on shoulders I know the weight’s too much for ?
Walking on cobblestones of existential worries ?
Dreaming in the colours which came from places I do not understand ?
Making sure my doors are guarded
Counting only costs that matter to me
Seeking the glory that I think I deserve
Caught up in the web I make believe ?
Is there a meaning to this all ?