In a way, I’m kind of like Sponge Bob
Everything sticks to me
My butler, Jeffrey calls me “Swiffer”
But I have no idea what that means
It’s a small price to pay for adventure
For digging a hole, just for the sake of digging
Who knows what’s down there
I’m still looking for that bone I buried in 2013 (I know it’s around here somewhere)
I’m just following my natural rhythms
And they seem always to lead back to the dirt
You will understand, if you only dig your hands into this earth
The only thing bad, is afterwards you might need a bath (run!!!)
I know sometimes you are sad and tired
That’s because you are letting the wrong things stick to you
Detach yourself, rip off the bandaid, you’ll see the wound has healed long ago
Then, remember a childhood game and come teach me how to play
Love you,
Annie