Always digging
Always making new paths
Looking for ways to improve
To make better
Always creating wholes and tunnels
All linked within the earth
When we hit rock we grid it
Make it into dust
Then continue to dig
Forging pathways never seen before
Refusing to go back
Refusing to stop before the ceiling collapses on us
Dirt falls in sprinkles from above
But we ignore
We don't look up
We dig and dig
Scraping with our nails,
Forging tools to help us go farther
No ending in sight
Only the darkness of the unknown
Don't look back at the damage
Don't look at the dirt falling from the ceiling
Just look for more
More
More
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
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