Covered in mud from head to toe

I don’t like the way I look anymore

So messed up, so dirty, so gross

No, I don’t like this feeling anymore

It’s a dream, I know

It’s out of control, I know

It isn’t real, I guess

But I just don’t like this mess

Insects are crawling

Mosquitoes all around

It itches so bad

And yet somehow

I can’t get myself to wake up

Then all of a sudden

In this crazy dream

Someone arrives and walks up to me

It’s the mud doctor, I believe

To fix me, to get rid of the mud

Takes me hand, and starts to dig it out

Digs in deep, does the best he could

Digs too deep, more than he should

I look at my hand

It’s horrifying

I look again

It’s terrifying

There is no skin, no blood

I have no body

I am the mud.