Are we lost in the burrows that we borrowed from the hollows of our cheeks and if we are, are there echoes of the past?

Dig for gold
dig 'til you're old
you'll still be holding the *****.

If we're all lost then lost must be a place,
familiar but fleeting
and if we're found wanting we'll
join the long queue at the food bank.

Page 42 should give me a clue
but I used that to roll my last cigarette.