How can you ever know the world beneath, if you're the bird that flew the skies, and I'm the blind little worm which crawled the earth?
The bird, having the sky to tend to, has shows to perform. Although it resents wearing the mask of feathers, it enjoys flying in the sky; The worm, always dreaming of flying and seeing the colourful world from the eyes of a bird, resents its life in the darkness. But at the same time, likes being solitary underground.
Having said that, how can the worm ever comprehend the complicated life of a bird's?
Now you're luring me out of the worm hole. So are you bringing me up in the sky, or are you going to eat me up?
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