At the End of the Day

I made a rod It was for my own back At the time I could not see it But now it is clear I rattle my brain for words That I thought I knew as certainly As my own name But they are disappeared What does it mean Does it mean anything What does it mean At the end of the day What words were they And how careless and arrogant was I To think I owned them Without giving them the respect of being born onto a page Gently by my own pen Where they would stay And live again and again and again What was it for Was it for anything What was it for At the end of the day What does it mean Does it mean anything What does it mean At the end of the day You live where you lived You sit where you sat Nothing seems to have changed At the end of the day