Worms

Everyday I reach down into the dirt hoping to find me a little nugget of gold but all

I got is some worms everyday

I pull green slime down to my heart grab it with both hands and hold until my lungs burn

I think tragedy sleeps at the foot of my bed its incessant breathing keeps me awake every time

I wake up it takes me at least 10 minutes to remember my name and sometimes

I get it wrong every time

I reach out into the world hoping to find a kindred soul

I get burned burn it down

I've been searching for a reason

I've been living for the season give me something to believe in burn it down