Slippery Feet

I run through time with slippery feet rushing hurrying so most of life i do not see no matter the avenue or ventre you seek nothing is new life is on repeat nothing new under the sun or so it would seem monotony consumes my soul and being tears fall as i land to my knees sobbing and pleading i beg and i weep with a viceral etheral silent scream all caused by greed and currency something we don't really need we just need eachother to help us live and build the dream