Rather than publish solipsistic drivel, here's a poem that does the trick:
I do not want to go on being a root in the dark,/
hesitating, stretched out, shivering with dreams,/
downwards, in the wet tripe of the earth,/
soaking it up and thinking, eating every day.
~Pablo Neruda, "Walking Around"
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