I came across your slime trail
And I wondered about your drive,
Your quests, your travails.
What makes you come alive?
Is it a slow trek under burden
Or a restful day in the garden?
Do you ever come out of your shell?
Do you ever make hell
On a Saturday night?
Or is it just not worth the fight?
Perhaps, some day, our paths will meet
Until then, I hope you go
Safely, my little escargot.
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