Two zero seven
Four four nine;
Looking back on my
Hum-drum, busy day:
The ignorances, the hard paths
I had to walk across the wastelands.
how foolish-easy I
Gave away my days,
My coin, my body.
But mouth-to-ear,
Evening is coming …
Pass it on, move along.
Two zero seven,
Four four nine:
Despite, because of it all