The big life of a big man needs to be based on a big dream, that he dreams in a big bed, and a bed like that belongs in a big room. Big rooms can only be found in big houses, with big windows to look out from over one's own, correspondingly big land, that is surrounded by a big fence.
I am the property of my property I am a slave to everything that belongs to me. I am obsessed by what I posess and I am eaten by what nourishes me. I am the servant of that what I earn, I am the slave of that what I enslave And all the things that I have at my disposal, I bravely submit myself to.
I made it to where I always aspired to be. All the things all around here belong to me. But the only thing this leaves me with is the fear of losing it all again. And so I hide with all my treasures in a wired armored hiding place. I am tired, but I am afraid to sleep or the mob will come and take everything away from me.
What I control, deprives me of my self control I am totally stunned by what I helped myself to in order to skillfully escape my fate - yet it came
I am the property of my property I am a slave to everything that belongs to me. I am obsessed by what I posess and I am eaten by what nourishes me. I am overwhelmed by all the oppressed and because my wealth still is not enough for me, only a little security remains for me as security - perhaps.
