Catatonic

I walked and I walked
and I went to the castle
and I saw someone sitting
in the wet grass and I wanted
the kind of head that
gets you out of bed
and makes you sit in wet grass
I ran and I ran
and I clocked up numbers
to disguise blinding rage
to wear myself out
and I saw a man without a bed
and you’d think I’d gain some perspective
but I just wanted him to shut up
and I kept walking
I haven’t a penny for you

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