Sidewalk Hot Pocket 3

Yeah…

If being a worm was tragic before…

This is the sequel where everything goes wrong.

Again.

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Dropped out the dirt like a soul misplaced,

Crawled in circles ’cause I had no faith.

Sky burning red like it wanted me dead,

Sun whisperin’, “Lay down, worm… rest your head.”

Pavement cracked like a tombstone grin,

Heat rising up like original sin.

I tried to crawl back but my body said no—

Every inch forward felt like letting go.

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I’m just a sidewalk worm in a world too cruel,

Too small to fight, too dry to move.

If destiny’s real, then I guess I learned—

Some souls get wings…

and some get burned.

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Rain clouds tease but they never spill,

Like mercy’s a thing I’ll never feel.

Feet pass by like forgotten gods,

Shadows stretch long over broken odds.

A kid steps close, but he turns away,

Guess even pity has a price these days.

Body curling in a question mark shape—

Even I don’t know if I’m trying to escape.

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Wind rolls through like a final breath,

Every gust hinting at a peaceful death.

But worms don’t get heaven, we get heat and stone,

We get baked into dust where the lost go alone.

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I’m just a sidewalk worm in a world too cruel,

Too small to fight, too dry to move.

If destiny’s written, then my page just burned—

Some lives grow strong…

and some get returned.

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Maybe in another life I had a spine,

Maybe in another life I had more time.

Maybe I lived big, maybe I lived loud—

Not this quiet creature dying in a crowd.

But here I am—fate’s smallest joke,

Wishing for rain that never soaked.

Summer sun watching like an executioner’s eye,

Asking softly, “You ready to die?”

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I’m just a sidewalk worm on a world that burns,

A fragile life on a path that turns.

Some hearts get saved…

and some get spurned—

But mine just shrivels

where no one’s concerned.

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If I was born to crawl…

Then let the dust take me home.

Sidewalk worm…

forever unknown.

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