Underground

Being buried in my unmet requirements,
The weight of dirt upon me,
I stare up at them with a confused child's stare,
They shake their heads in judgment without telling me how I fell down here,

What wrong with falling?
I have more in common with these insects down here than the high and mighty greed filled rats scampering above the grave they made for us.

When they die they all come down here anyways,
I'll get a head start.