And the world it seems
The big gray mammoth
Crawling around
Tracking his tail
Playing his own game
Blind aloof
Does not care of tiny dusts
Running over the lines
And everyday it is
A struggle of our own
Agaisnt the world we own
Finding air for our games
A fight for light
A light for survival
On survival of the fittest
From the world of our own
To the players of the day.