A flea is carrying a bag of diseases.
And he says as he goes, these I did not make myself.
We don't all have the same gifts.
Beginning isn't everything.
I don't even know who made them.
I don't know who will use them.
I don't use them myself.
I just do what's in front of me as I'm supposed to.
I carry them.
Nobody likes me.
Nobody wants to change places with me.
But I don't mind.
I get away bag it all.
Something needs me.
Everything needs me.
I need myself.
And the fire is my father.