Scattered Possessions

All scattered possessions and history lessons

Wink in the mud on this train

My feelings are pure, how can I want more

I don’t need a reason to run

But there’s lead in my shoes and so much to do

I feel like I’ve hardly begun

Are we all the same, is someone to blame

Can I lay all of my shit on you

If I do any less I’ll be petrified

Like a Golem stone to the core

My tongue sedimentary, my igneous heart

Beating myself in a war

Playing around with the metre

Tapping away at the keys

Becketty, waiting for reasons

Floating through life on a vast cup of tea