Dirt:

From the moment you are born. Innocence.

Everything experienced for the first time. you won't get that feeling again.

Grade school-given freedom to roll in the dirt. For a limited time.

The older you get, the more humiliating it is to roll in the dirt.

Self-conscious of image. A decade without your soul.

Write in middle school. Write in high school. Write in college. Write at work.

Same five paragraphs. Same five sentences. Same transitions.

The days get shorter. Dreams of backpack vacations and a family.

By now its too late. Your spirit drifts away.

And before you know it. you become one with the dirt.