Sprouting, shaking, ever-waking

Scrambling through the naked earth

Searching, scraping, always making

Deeper holes that date since birth

Sporadic shifting, as I’m sifting

through the thoughts that made me sane

Soothing, searing, careful steering

Through my anguish, joy and pain

Closely coiled in this soil

Still my death creeps close each day

Cluttered crawling, as I’m clawing

Through the dirt to find my way

Desperate distance, still resistance

I may never reach my will

Darker dancing, still I’m prancing

As the holes being to fill

Caged but raging, still I’m taking

Hopeless routes as time draws near

And as I wonder through the thunder

Life will never be so clear