Pits

Spent my life diggin’ holes
In search of buried treasure
Or maybe a tunnel to China?
Just something I could measure

Maybe a few too many
A new one every day
Finding a new spot to dig
Just again to walk away

Sometimes I hit bedrock
’cause I’d try to dig too deep
pushing through the dirt
When I should be asleep

Still no tunnel to a better life
lyin’ somewhere beneath the ground
but it’s not all wasted time
There are yet a few things I found

A shiny locket
A little spring
A forgotten coin
What even is this thing?

So I guess not really much
Has been added to my wealth
Maybe it’s just been for the fun of it?
Is that what it is to find yourself?

Turns out you won’t find much movin’ dirt
You’ll mostly get it in your face
And you’ll surely wear yourself out
Tryin’ to keep up at someone’s pace

But there are worse ways to spend your life
Hey, it’s good enough for the moles
At least there’s a lot of room to grow
If you have a garden full of holes