BALL OF WRIGGLING WORMS
Does anything really matter anyhow?
Could it be that the more something seems to matter The less it really matters?
Maybe in the end Because everything changes
Nothing really matters
If we can remember this
We can separate ourselves from it And be apart from it
So it is there
Like a ball of wriggling worms And we are here
Silent and still And apart from it
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