Can you ever be angry,
Pest and rebel and still,
Look back into what you fear,
But adore all the more.
Detest, and deplore a fate,
And wish it would be yours still
To love and cherish,
Like a baby in a womb.
To those wild, untamed fingers,
To those unborn smiles,
And to your endless patience
To wait for them.
I'm not sure about the end. Never really thought to end it like this. It just, you know, ended up this way... like someone was expecting (or is it my imagination?). What do you think?