Dirt

There dirt under my nails

And dirt is all I'm seeing.

With my trusty shovel

Myself, I am burying.

Six feet under the ground

And so much further to go.

In my hole I keep digging.

The dirt is all I know.

Soon down and gone,

I try to dig my way out,

But digging isn't the answer.

I know this without a doubt.

But until i find another way

A tunnel Is my only hope.

Digging myself further in the dirt

It the only way I can cope.