Ugh Grumble, Grumble
How did I get here? My long, deep slumber prevents me from remembering but my rusty skin tells me I've been here for a while.
How do I retrace my steps? Is it up or down, left or right, where I came from?
I've just now started noticing the chips in my body. I wonder if an animal chewed it off from me.
What's an animal? How do I remember that?
I guess I know enough from my time in this earth.
Time? Is time an animal? I'm just being slowly devoured by time.
Aren't we all?
Last note
Poems do not have to explain everything. Sometimes the resonance is the meaning.