I made a rod
It was for my own back
At the time I could not see it

But now it is clear

I rattle my brain for words

That I thought I knew as certainly
As my own name
But they are disappeared


What does it mean?
Does it mean anything?

What does it mean
At the end of the day


What words were they
And how careless and arrogant was I
To think I owned them

Without giving them the respect
Of being born onto a page
Gently by my own pen

Where they would stay
And live again and again and again


What was it for?
Was it for anything?
What was it for

At the end of the day

What does it mean?

Does it mean anything?
What does it mean
At the end of the day


You live where you lived
You sit where you sat

Nothing seems to have changed
At the end of the day