My fingers felt those synthetic polyester fibers Small little worm like strings Moving as my hands made waves Moss amongst the water Seaweed in the current
Ripping them up, Unplanting them all Tossing them to burn Little strands of law and order I sought deeper Driven to my end
Repetition drove me Pulling, tugging at those roots Of your history Tearing at the surface Plastic woven particles Frayed times gone past
I couldnβt cease, stop, leave The beginning had begun Closer I came Yet knowing unnamed
In the movement of the motion Those peaks fed my yearning An underground history To explore Impossible to cease I hungered for more
I held those fibers of truth The dirt was ridden with a story, Discovered, unearthed My thirst fulfilled