A Mad Bath

I'm sticking to my pockets
Because they are full of mud
And it makes me remember
What we did
Yes the mud makes me remember
Life before November
When I wouldn't so much as yawn
Yes the mud makes me remember
Life before November
When I wouldn't sleep or yawn
But my eyes were wide awake
And my mind would take and take
From all willing to give
And I listened when they taught
And built a mind of thought
Because
I learned from all the world
My pockets full of mud
Better that than blood
Reminds me of what we did
When I was not afraid
Or tired
Or ashamed
And the mud dripped down my face
We spoke to all the trees
And the flowers
And the bees
And we knew that they
Understood
Then my mom yelled and screamed
At the mud inside of me
But i knew
That it
Wasn't real
And I said it is okay
This mud will wash away
From my hands and from my sleeves
But I'm sticking to my pockets
Because they are full of mud
And it makes me remember
Waht we did