Underneath.

A philosophical idea that I read once was that a person's true value can be measured if they forget everything they know. What kind of a person would you be if, right now, all of your memories were erased? I don't think I'd be too ashamed of myself.

the underneath, the underneath

where the dirts seeps, feel the worm's breath

and where rocks dissolve, the leaves rot

Are all the things you've ever forgot

The underland, the underland,

where no one with a brain can stand,

Is glorious, contented and empty of light,

And nothing there will cause you fright.

What kind of answers can you find,

When you body is lost along with your mind?

And you trudge along in the underland

And time can never take a hand?