Ever go for a walk, not knowing where you’re heading?
Ever see an old friend, who you have been dreading?
Ever is life full of disturbing dreams,
An alcoholic fervour, sweating blood
Flows down the brow in angry streams
Bringing down the walls in a flood.
The corrugated iron roof buckles in sorrow
Sorrow at a life gone astray in the wind
Crying forever about endless tomorrow
Sinew showing as if he had been skinned.
Ever had one of those endless worthless days?
Ever had the thought that life never pays?