When I was crazy I would play with worms They would wiggle and twirl in the palm of my hand I would stretch them, press them, and make them my own I would count the lines, and imagine the day I would be eaten by them The earth will one day be home The earth will be my bed I will not rule over them They will rule over me The hooked pierced the worm and I enjoyed the day with my Dad
When I was crazy I would play with worms
ReplyDeleteThey would wiggle and twirl in the palm of my hand
I would stretch them, press them, and make them my own
I would count the lines, and imagine the day I would be eaten by them
The earth will one day be home
The earth will be my bed
I will not rule over them
They will rule over me
The hooked pierced the worm and I enjoyed the day with my Dad