And as I crawl
Steadily
Backwards
I start to wonder
Will my hands shake
Before
My brain
Does my mind
Wobble
Already
Did it always
When will I quake
And it have nothing
To do with
Fear
When will the tremors
Of life
Finally
Take their grip
Stop me bending down
Stop me
Standing up
Stop me being who
I am
And turn me into
Who I will always be
Before I rot
In the ground
Which spawned me
In the first
Place