Dread of Existence
Acorn, acorn
Do you worry
That some squirrel
Will find you to bury?
But here you lay
Upon the walk instead.
No sprouting
Or rooting
Or growth…
But dead.
Never trust a liar. Even though they will always trust themselves.
Acorn, acorn
Do you worry
That some squirrel
Will find you to bury?
But here you lay
Upon the walk instead.
No sprouting
Or rooting
Or growth…
But dead.