We dance with numbers, random symbols of inked lines called time
In each moment a new eternal divine of a ride
The babe is released from the wet creatress’ haven
Blood vessels pumped mothers freedom forsaken
One heart becomes 2 the world presented with a new little roo
The phenomenal miracle, a creature so delicately full of delight
All eyes on thee to see which way wings spread to take flight
Words become sentences feelings identified
pain becomes inevitable, the curse of death begins
to see hear taste smell and touch all with a grin
communion in joys and agony with foes and friends
experimental paradise, for dust to continuously gather blow and mend
echoes of stories of the young that grew old,
tales always changing but remaining the same no matter how they unfold
the bones will too disintegrate and recycle into dust
you see it is the only fate one realizes must