knocking on minds door

Thorough and swimming in my mind
Like sounds ringing from a railroad line

My past creeps and weeps
The eye that peeps but falls and seeps

I used the ultimate kind of theft
many the lame families I had left

Just remembering my raw talent, I did have
correct action I had thought, was only bad

The man that has seen trouble
In my hands only slips my ruble

For my country I don’t ask for a why
but never could I tell you and not lie