I picked a poison apple, and knowingly took a bite,
Only to find it made me wise.

Kind of a twisted Cinderella- or was it Sleeping Beauty?
What was the story again?

I can’t quite remember- whatever.
The point is, I don’t need saving.

That tasty morsel gave me a choice
To be with or without Eden.

The choice was to leave my fins
For the freedom of feet on land.