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