I’m a waste of a man
So selfish with my daily land
Plans for understanding the Church people
The little things they do for Sunday worship.
Stow away ships in the night of worried dismay
Time for fellowship away from my hasty delay
Of meeting someone with some understanding
And a lack of selfish motive

I’ve so life
So much contentment
Enjoying myself
Departed from the tension of diminished feeling
Reeling inside as I walk too quick
The High Street route was a dismissive trick
And the shopaholic trip was fantastic, as usual
I am ebullient in the fantasy of resolution
Once upon a time my desires made sense.

This land matters more than a smote across the cheeks
Feeling the hand of my father across my face
Shaming junior school exams and a hitting disgrace
Grades and the life that faded as time went by
I didn’t even try to make the worthy end, in the end
Happiness was my friend and the exams past their own standard
As reflections kept me busy and I felt like a lazy bastard.