I made a rodnIt was for my own backnAt the time I could not see itnBut now it is clearnnI rattle my brain for wordsnThat I thought I knew as certainlynAs my own namenBut they are disappearednnWhat does it mean?nDoes it mean anything?nWhat does it mean?nAt the end of the daynnWhat words were they?nAnd how careless and arrogant was I?nTo think I owned themnWithout giving them the respectnnOf being born onto a pagenGently by my own pennWhere they would staynAnd live again and again and againnnWhat was it for?nWas it for anything?nWhat was it for?nAt the end of the daynnWhat does it mean?nDoes it mean anything?nWhat does it mean?nAt the end of the daynnWhat was it for?nWas it for anything?nWhat was it for?nAt the end of the daynnYou live where you livednYou sit where you satnNothing seems to have changednAt the end of the day