Again my eyes awake.
Bright rays of light glare,
In its piercing endless wake,
Within my new infantile stare.

My chubby hands quickly raise,
As I flex my newfound fingers.
My eyes perplexed in a deep concentrated gaze.
As my giggling mirth lingers.

I have a new toy to play with,
My chubby flesh, growing day by day.
This body grows at its own natural tithe,
Developing sturdy legs for my feet to lead the way.

I stare out the school’s window.
My mind drifting away.
Cluttered with rehashed knowledge we refuse to stow,
Within the body of our residential stay.

The bell rings on my last day of school.
Fellow classmates jump from their seat,
Bubbling with knowledge, urging to spew.
My gaze seeks the future they seek to meet.

Pale walls and dismal views,
Surrounded by co-workers dressed to bore.
My eyes choked in melancholic hues,
As workers sweat over their daily chore.

I stir within this cage of flesh,
Fidgeting, yearning for my freedom earned.
My muscles yearn to stretch their mesh,
Slowly dying as nature’s presence turned.

Every vessel bares new toys to learn.
Phones so small that they fit in ones ear!
No more long distance loves to yearn.
No more hefting the once powerful spear!

It is a blessing to see all these new toys.
The convenience and inventiveness lures one in.
Falsely deceiving all into their useful ploys.
Sloth luring them all into lazy dependent sin.

What ever happened to the days of the book?
When one’s eyes would not water from radiant glass.
Such a simple pleasant vessel for my eye to look.
Much more convenient then scrolls in mass.

The urges of this body compel me to find,
Pleasure in both flesh and electrical charms.
So I must seek a vessel with which to unwind,
My pent-up frustrations over this life’s endless harms.

It is funny how the flesh spawns more flesh.
I stand still as I see the newborn gazing up at me.
I wonder who resides in this new mesh.
I poke, **** and peer, trying to see.

Time passes as I watch this newborn grow into a man.
My protective instincts fighting for control.
Yet his essence develops as it itself can.
As he seeks his own spot in society’s role.

By now my toy has gone limp with age.
Bones crack, flesh sags, brain fluttering away.
All I can do is sit and watch the world like a sage.
Finding the safest way for all my family and friends to stay.

My friends gather as my toy finally unwinds.
My eyes close as my essence lifts.
Releasing me from my earthly binds.
Finally free to see heaven’s gifts.

Such freedom in this new state!
I speed through the ever blue clouds,
Droplets clinging to me in my wake.
Buzzing over antlike human crowds.

Ah to be free and roam the wondrous halls of nature.
The sea breeze seeping through my ethereal being.
Only from this sense can one see the lands distinct feature.
As I wonder the world, becoming all seeing.

What is this? There is a commotion ahead.
A lady is giving birth in a low shanty hut.
My will is pulling me without my stead.
I know now, my freedom is now shut.

The grasp is too strong!
The newborn’s urge to pure.
I feel it won’t be long,
The infant has set its lure.

I feel the suction.
My will is set back.
I feel the reduction,
As my will is sent to black.