Its the time of the year when destinies are pronounced. Either you get to be king or a loser.
The last Quarter of the year which is every sales guys torment.
Expectations are high, opportunities are scattered. History confines you so much that you dont
want to dissapoint. You have a point to prove and you bloody well do it. And of course, Paradise beckons the moguls.
Its a mad onslaught in which we all get imbibed in. The run to surmount, the run to subsist, the run to just show that we are running,
As Morrison said,
Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
Let's run
House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze
C'mon baby run with me
Let's run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
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