- They say we are all different, but they want us to be the same. Pressure. Get a job, an apartment, a wife and kids. Pay your taxes, follow the crowd. Pay no attention to the strays.
- oh, you mean them?
They couldnt cope, lets give them drugs! love to see them squirm for their next fix.
- Help them?
Why? They had their chance, like the rest of us. They couldnt handle life, not our problem, stay in line! you wouldnt want to be like them.
Artists, bohemians, hippies? call us what you will. We live the real life, against the stream. Make our own descisions, walk our own paths, laying down tracks as we go along.
-Sure.
its not the best, but its what we want, someone has to do it. Would you do it?
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