Living in the dirt — eating dirt
on this earth
can’t let the sun dry us out —
or this prison hide us out
gotta surface at the smell of rain —
gotta constantly pray
’cause we’re the ultimate prey
all eyes on us —
bird’s eye
bullseye
vulnerable — yet not afraid
underground is our home
we’ll never run and hide
we just living our lives all alone.
The Worm’s Home
