Cure this pathetic worm of its coldness.
Of regrets unforgettable.
For life's sake - finding a haven in the harsh meaningless of life.
Of lost dreams and comfort.
Warm it up with boiling water
Stir it in leaf greens
Shock away the lingering itch
Stir stir stir
Up the troubling reality of time's one way track to hell
Of procreation, survival, and then death
(As an afterthought)
Only a few cycles of seasons to live
