The big house on the nice street is what you have always dreamed of haven’t you. Populated with people that are forced to be there by whatever false expectations they think they must live up too. In the end it just dismisses the first returns by the clock that never stops and by a life that shelves situations. Moving through but never grasping at another side of things until its too late and discombobulated. A word to the wise. Stop and look around and see how everything lies about.