Always told “you can sparkle if you go for it”
That seemed boring so I had more fun
But what exactly do I have to show for it?
What exactly is it I do did done?
Maybe that’s just depressive
Diamond boy momentarily dirtied by mud
Maybe my eyes still shine, so impressive
Once cleaned by a best-mates hug
But right now the future seems blanker than black
My fig tree already poisoned and old
Too late to escape my house, semi-detached
Too late for this lump of coal