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