Текст песни I'm a Spoon - Reckonwrong

I'm a spoon
Yet to be whittled away
Hands have yet to be laid on this lump of clay
While the river makes its way to the sea
I'm a fish making my way back upstream
I'm middle
Without a start or an end
This page is yet to feel the stroke of a pen
Count to three and I might not exist
I live on the edge of nothingness
I'm a jug that's yet to be poured
I'm a goal that's yet to be scored
All these things and countless more
Who can say what lies in store?