I'm almost down to my last bottom

cleave and then leave. without a care and my worry I lost in the last city. twas a pitty, i was lookin for a spare coin and then out came my worry, fell to the ground and got carried away by the wind. Off to a nother town where someone will find it, admire and then move on because he's got stuff to buy. But what do I care, I only see two feet in front of me. but it's done me not much good in this short stint as a middle ageing lout, wondering where the fuck has my life gone? didn't I just set it down over there, so I could go get some green leaves? then by the time I thought about coming back it was already decomposing and sinking into the earth without a care, and definatlly without a sense of ownership of itself. what do I have but thinking about what I have or don't? kroeppppppsee lsieli prerej lkjdo la;op;we a;kjdol ekjlaefh alkjke jhwoeiehkcnjg lkjfwoiw me be tired and going nowhere don't stare or your eyese willl glare till you taste earth.