Glowing

Glowing worms
Inside a ball

A ball made 

Of glass

With colors

Blue and green

Were there

To make it last

These worms 

Still lost

Inside the

Ball of glass

How did 

They get inside

What was 

Their past?

No one to help

And no one to guide

No future to seek

No past to hide

In this ball

Made of glass

These worms 

Growing fast

But whats 

The point?

 

Grow and then?

It finishes when?

What happens?

Who wins?

Always seeking wins.

The glowing worms

Trembling 

To the beats of

Time

To the nature 

Of slime

Being what they 

Can be

Seeing what they

Can see

Entering zen

One by one

 

Beginning to be

The ball of glass

Color after color

Blue after green

And after 

They have been

To their future

And past

The ball of glass

Becomes them

At last.