I am bored lying without any motions
I’d like to look up outside
And see what has changed
Maybe something has got better there
Looking over my life that passed
I come to the conclusion
It was not too bad...
I felt envy at moles and worms
They were far from hustle and bustle
Up on the ground surface
Where the human reccured
Their previous errors
And set up new problems
That were set field sometimes
But created new ones again.
The home decomposes
With its owner in together
There are silent neighbours around
I could consider myself happy
But for all these trifles...
I feel dreary here ...
Only larvaes are beside me.
They are busy sworming
And not pleased with my chat...
That distracts them
They are pretty nice in fact
though gnawed away my face.
Lay in suffer, philosopher, lay in suffer neath the Earth.
Eternal rest isn’t it really the happiness
We are waiting for the whole life
Distressing existence...
