Bored With Clay

With mamas blanket
 Wrapt around your shoulder
 You are the fittest of them all
 Still you're getting bolder
 My friend told me
 That your eyes grown colder
 Let's hope it's within
 The eye of the beholder
 Soon you will be left
 With no one
 When kindness goes
 And forgiveness runs
 You stand in front
 Of the sun
 Telling tales to yourself
 That your the one that won
 That final contest in solitude
 You could admit but then
 You're never in the mood
 That the game you played
 Was awfully rude
 Still it goes along with the interlude
 Bored with clay
 You count the stars
 Calculate on how
 You could live on Mars
 No species is like yours
 Introducing old shackles
 While welding new bars
 Come on and hit
 The road the Jack
 I gave you once
 Such a sacred track
 Now the whip licks the blood
 Of your back
 And the egg in your hand
 Is about to crack
 But I'm within you and you within me
 I talk to you humanity
 Go or stay is the same you'll see
 But I bet from yourself you never break free