Cleaner
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

The world doesn't live by the breath you take
The world always takes the mistakes I make
And turn them round and round
They turn them round on me
They chase me down, chase me down
And they force me to flee

The world doesn't live by the steps you take
The world always rakes them up after you go
Don't turn around round round
Or you'll be swept with the flow
You'll be swept down, swept down
And that will be all that you know