I am the worm hidden under that big red mushroom,
Missed dancing in the rain but smelt the petrichor,
Big doe eyes of this worm look at the green gore,
A distant look, far ahead into the unbeknownst gloom.
Turned myself invisible to breathe down some necks,
To pry into what those berserks saw all the while,
Never thought that what drove me nuts and made them vile,
Would be an incredibly amazing hex.
What if I take Icarus' wings out in the storm,
If I land in the eye, I will be able to calm like the calm,
No matter the mayhem but some courage on my palm,
I have forgotten what it is, to be even a bit warm.