Progress(mobile)

 What you need is a vehicle
a container for money
one abstract a bank account
One physical a wallet
A packet of snacks, a day of begging

The thief is time, yes he is the big city thief

But what you need is a car
an identity
something people can associate you with
A space to take you away
All painted

The deciever starts as a skin replacement

Before it makes it´s way to the heart
to the unguarded terrain all dry hay
for the sparks and embers of ambition
the forwards driving and nodding head
piledriving it´s way through the decades

Scars on the intellect for Rolemodels

You need a motor
And an assault rifle
A small army
And a vision for new world

For the old one is just fertilizer