My broken mind like scrambled eggs on toast
Nourishment to feed the broken parts of me?
My thoughts jumbled, heading for the nearest drain
There is nothing left to do, I am old.
Ready to walk through the back door
Leave this noisy world behind
No one left to remember I was ever here
A barren life, why am I here in the first place?
Made from dust, the TV tells me
Programmes made to cheer you up
Back to dust, my end will not come soon enough
Whoever made us and put us on this planet
Might have been broken in the same way
He or she had too many things wrong.
I know there are some who would disagree
Go ahead, I won’t stop you
I won’t be here to tell you it’s all just words
Made from wind and air, they mean nothing…