help.
come rescue my dying mood.
   he's playing in the dirt again.

    digging his way to some dead-end
  for now, he welcomes the filth
    and finds comfort amoungst
      the earthworms for they
are as unhappy as he, lost
in the great mass of the ground
   and once they find their way
out they are eaten, or trodden upon
  oh,  it's not easy being an earthworm
  and my mood understands that,
    they often discuss who has it worse

but in the end it doesn't matter,
  they both find peace eventually.