Travelling

I pick at my scab,
Peel to the new pink skin,
From this the blood oozes,
Gluton

Too much is unhealthy,
Eat prepackaged, powdered,
Spacefood, like dust,
Ground

Beneath my rough sole,
Cracked, callous skin,
Each step wears itself out
Tired

Artifact buried down deep,
I clamber through the tunnel,
Clutching at a thread in the dark,
Grasping at the crumbling walls.