Walking down the sidewalk
just as the rain had stopped.
I try not to get wet,
but I keep stepping in puddles.
There is water everywhere.
I fell into a mudhole.
I thought it was shallow.
But now my pants are soaked.
Why? Why must my pants be wet?
Why is there a hole there?
I even have a jacket,
Why do I always forget?
My arms are getting cold.
In a moment of thought,
I struggle to decide
if it’s worth it or not
to go on or sit aside.
I would have like to be dry,
but I couldn’t keep going.
I knelt there and began to cry,
and felt my sadness growing.
Well, I’m wet. Aren’t I?
So why try to be dry?
I might as well just not care
about the water everywhere.
Why go around the puddles?
Might as well just step in mud.
I guess I’ll just sit down.
I don’t care about the wet ground.
Lost my will to carry on.
I feel my strength has all gone.
For me there is just despair,
sitting in wet underwear.
For a long time I sat
not caring where I was at.
Then, a new sorrow took hold,
as I sat, my a** got cold.
It felt like such injustice.
No one should go through it.
But I just try not to think
about all the misfortune
that so many poor a**es
endure without option.
I wanted to give up.
Nothing to me made sense.
I might’ve never gone home,
and might still be there today,
if fate had not shown
to me the only true way.
You may think I’m crazy
to believe in the divine.
At that moment precisely,
something gave me a sign.
As I sat there all alone,
my spirit all but crushed,
I saw a friend I’d not known
and my heart is what it touched.
I learned there’s so much to learn
from something seemingly plain.
When I met my friend, the worm,
as it wiggled in the rain.
At first I thought on same terms.
I thought we were the same.
I thought we both had to squirm
when forced to take the pain.
I watched that worm for some time
until I had a thought:
This worm’s life is not like mine,
we differ quite a lot.
The worm does not start cryin’
even when helplessly caught.
Nor does the worm fear dyin’,
it just knows the life it’s got.
The worm just carries on.
Doesn’t need no place to go.
All day and dusk till dawn,
The worm knows no tomorrow.
That day, the worm humbled me
with its deep wealth of wisdom.
And it helped set me free
from what life had become.
Today I live without fear
and cherish what I learn.
And to those who shed those tears,
share the gospel of the worm.