Worm

                                  Crister Olsson

Crawling below, striving forever

The sky with its shine or blackness

It will be mine, yes, I will reach it

As I'm heading for the sky in my dreams

My journey brings me deeper, deeper



Only my will to crawl keeps me alive

Pointless existence, guided by instincts

Feeding others with myself

If I had wings, the wind would take me there

If I had a mind, my dreams would be destroyed

I travelled far away

I will never stop