curled up into a ball
i lie inside my hole
when people pass they say
"he can't be there all day"
they nod and all agree:
"this man should be out, free"

but in my hole i ponder
a lonely life grows fonder
the snugness of a hole
it won't grow sad at all?

while time drags by like snails
the magic slowly fails
then unease creeps and crawls
through four comfortable walls

a motion grabs my form
my sanity is torn
my hands grapple the dirt
and sweetly sings a bird
my conciousness still tied
but now i am outside

21.04.22