I got my check again today, another week gone by.

Sifting through the envelopes of bills with heavy sigh.

Wondering how my life and time just keeps passing on.

Faster, faster still with every moment gone.

Writing another check or logging in to pay.

Every value of my life just quickly fading away.

And realizing that the men who fight so valiantly.

Are probably sacrificing so much more than me.

That I am merely working for the well dressed man.

Who tells me he is doing every thing he can.

So I hand him my last schilling wishing I could still feel…

Like I did back when I believed that Robin Hood was real.