Everyday I reach down into the dirt

hoping to find me a little nugget of gold

but all I got is some worms

everyday I pull green slime down to my heart

grab it with both hands and hold until my lungs burn

I think tragedy sleeps at the foot of my bed

its incessant breathing keeps me awake

every time I wake up it takes me at least 10 minutes to remember my name

and sometimes I get it wrong

every time I reach out into the world hoping to find a kindred soul I get burned

burn it down

I've been searching for a reason I've been living for the season

give me something to believe in

burn it down