there is a hole
in my backyard

each morning i jump in
and dig

this morning
i could no longer reach the top

so i slept in my hole
and when i woke
i began to dig again

i know its fruitless
but i dont dig to get out

i dig
because its what i know
i dig 
because its comforting
i dig
because when all else is gone
my hole will still be there

when ive pushed everything else away
it will still be there
on the days i dont dig
or the days i forget
it will still be there

so

i dig