what is it worth if our struggle becomes a straight jacket for our bored minds if it's just a separate act to get the bad taste out of our mouths? a threat to yourself or a threat to your own conveniences? equal rights and piece of comfort brings the right sense of responsibility? nonsense kills, yet enough content a working class hero a life well spent... dare to live and struggle forward to your own dream the impossible don't let this be just a separate act to dance away the pain...