I stayed my eyes from closing down
I stayed my head from rest
I stayed my mind from thinking till
I could cope with all this mess...
But all I do is wait and watch
And all I do is waste
While all I do is passing time
To seek a little taste...
The mess it stays upon my eyes
And it stays upon my head
It stays when I go down to rest
It will stay here till I’m dead
But when I’ve left a question hangs
Above my final peace:
Did this one, just like the rest,
Make this mess of man increase?