Hoping on going places, only being that constant chip off the old block prevents that from happening.
All fur coat and no knickers, for sure. In fact, those knickers fell to their ankles before they even put the coat on.
Nevermind the smoke screens and the magnifying lens. The only thing to give false appearance is the character they manage to pull off.
Whoever said it has to be out with the old and in with the new. This is about tradition, using the same 'ole same' ole ideas. And it's never failed.
It seems the bar was already raised. And no one could top it, so to be fair, lowered it to suit everyone. Or, so it was meant to do, instead it just kept every other keen for the unbeatable.
In the forest; there will never be a limit to how high to keep reaching. It will always have that constant stretch further and further. As each limit from before is surpassed will desire to aim higher. Once, it was the sky's the limit. Now, it's beyond that however, there is no telling just how far to go. Perhaps stick with what is knowingly possible.
Amos Ch.8:V.4-5 " - Hear this, O ye that swallow up the needy, even to make the poor of the land to fail,
- Saying, When will the new moon be gone, that we may sell corn? and the sabbath, that we may set forth wheat, making the ephah small, and the shekel great, and falsifying the balances by deceit?"
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