Today I have finally reached the place
Where I am supposed to be
It is warm and wet in this florid spot
The walls are curved around me
Today I tried to figure out
Just how much time has passed
And if this room is getting smaller
But there are parts of me that are not the same
I think I am getting taller
There are murmured voices that quickly flee
With words that I do not understand
I imagine they speak of what is to be
Oh, when will I see my homeland!
Today these branches have emerged
And are slender at the end
They help me touch, and feel, and hold
I am telling you, they really do bend!
Also there are two long tubes
That stick out below my waist
I do not know what they are called
Only that they grow at an unhurried pace
Today I feel myself bigger
And almost ready for the world
But really, what do I know?
So into a sleeping pose I curl
There are murmured voices that quickly flee
With words that I do not understand
I imagine they speak of what is to be
Oh, when will I see my homeland!
Today is not like any of the other days
Because something is wrong and changed
It is not like it is supposed to be
And I feel most estranged
I awake to a suction sound and ask,
"Is this what they call a windy day?"
But, "Beam me up Scotty"
Is all I hear them say
Bit by bit I felt myself becoming less and less
How do I stop this forceful storm?
I never told it yes
The murmured voices outside my walls
Grow low and fade away
I am afraid, I hurt, I realize
I will never see the light of day
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