The time is dragging me
Unmercifully slow into a fog
I feel like it turns out to be
The tail which wags that dog
You are my shepherd and
You feed me from your hands
I aspire to no happy-end
O man, amen, I make amends
And more, some more and little less
Can't get enough of what is left
You are so careless, you care less
The gift turned out to be a theft.