Fetus in a womb, suspended in fluid
My own tank of prenatal thoughts
To be birthed into life I must sacrifice
Most the ideas I have been marinating in
Birth brings growth, and growth understanding
With understanding comes knowledge
Then hopefully happiness will follow
So to forsake my prior beliefs
I risk giving up all I have but in return
May end up gaining what I desire
This condition of humanity is gross
Covering all beings, most still in the dark
Plague of ignorance that is rotting our souls
And aborting the minds of the great underdeveloped
If I even speak one word of the truth
My soul shall be satisfied,
At least I know how to speak then.
Most cannot even understand what is said
Or even recognize they are being spoken to
So I'm set for birth, bursting forth with vigor
Perhaps I would enjoy steeping in the fluid a bit
Just so I remember the comfort of previous
Eventually I must chew the umbilical cord
And crawl away a true individual ready to grow
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