Mud

Spent the last
Little bit
Getting up on my feet
Sometimes I’ll
Catch myself
Skidding up my own knees
How come
More than most
We’re our worst enemies
I am but a robber
Stealing all of
My savings
Things get bad
Before they go get good
We’re all lost until
We’re understood
Finding meaning
In the mud
That we made
That stained
My clothes
Some time ago
Feeling a
Little bit
More than I did back when
I was giving
Everything
Only getting dividends
I’m always
Giving to the
Things I know I’ll never get
Feeling like I
Should but I’m
Not one for pitching fits
Things get bad
Before they go get good
We’re all lost until
We’re understood
Finding meaning
In the mud
That we made
That stained
My clothes
Some time ago