something new
somewhere near
a caterpillar, barely alive
looking for a place to stay
it‘s just here
trying to survive
in a world full of decay
it holds nothing dear
no hope to thrive
it‘d get in the way
of a path so clear
an abyss to dive
into and break away
encased in fear
an alien drive
calls to sleep without delay
it’s crystal-clear
that in order to persist
it must first cease to exist
Text und Bild: Oliwia Schweigstill, GT21