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