I am bored lying without any motions I’d like to look up outside And see what has changed Maybe something has got better there Looking over my life that passed I come to the conclusion It was not too bad... I felt envy at moles and worms They were far from hustle and bustle Up on the ground surface Where the human reccured Their previous errors And set up new problems That were set field sometimes But created new ones again. The home decomposes With its owner in together There are silent neighbours around I could consider myself happy But for all these trifles... I feel dreary here ... Only larvaes are beside me. They are busy sworming And not pleased with my chat... That distracts them They are pretty nice in fact though gnawed away my face. Lay in suffer, philosopher, lay in suffer neath the Earth. Eternal rest isn’t it really the happiness We are waiting for the whole life Distressing existence...