Man, when do you think, we can save enough, to escape this dungeon, part of me is a good man, I could have what it takes, to be a bodhisattva, I'm certainly lazy enough, content to watch the ocean waves, flow for eternity, but maybe I don’t have to save everybody, there must be something I'm missing, whether its money or a key, something to unlock the next setting, but it’s like Earth is home, everyone settled here, some way, somehow, everyone found their way here, and everyone's buying property, what a nice place to live, I’m telling you homie, some places don’t have running water or electricity, but a lot of people have community, something so beautiful about it, inherently human, to stick together, when things get tough, I should chill with the tribe more often, but my ego’s so big, some people are just loners, but don’t me wrong, I think it’s beautiful, and I want to be a part of it, but I’m such an old sinner, a battle-trained mercenary, people like me, we just want to do the job and leave, but even for the cold-blooded reptiles of the land and sea, when the music starts playing, the heavens have a way to make sure we’re dancing, if you don’t even feel the urge homie, I’ll pray for you, Peter Pan, I hope you grow up someday, alas, the world is such a cruel place, not everyone has room for love and life, the hierarchy of needs, I’m worried about survival, I’m even worried about smoking weed, everyday is a battle, someone get this dude some cheese and wine, or he’ll be at this all night, anyways, maybe the ground is cold, and the building is tough, the chains that bind you, could contain a lot, as heavy as a mountain, there’s no room for love, let’s pray, it’s just a dark cloud passing, and spring is around the corner, alas, it could be life homie, and it could be time to grow up.

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