You call yourself dirt
The mess beneath our feet
You look at it as if it was a mirror
And maybe it is
Maybe you are dirt
Because dirt isn't what we make it out to be
Without dirt
The world would be flowerless
Summer berries
And apple pies
Non existent
Dirt holds life
Dirt holds a meaning
And so do you
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
You call yourself dirt
The mess beneath our feet
You look at it as if it was a mirror
And maybe it is
Maybe you are dirt
Because dirt isn't what we make it out to be
Without dirt
The world would be flowerless
Summer berries
And apple pies
Non existent
Dirt holds life
Dirt holds a meaning
And so do you