Between labour and delivery I, was a creamy little dream trying to flow Baby batter dropped into my mother's womb and therefore, I was born.
A yolk inside a shelly egg Cracks to breathe, untamed, alive A grain got drugged in a fragile land spreading love beyond the wine
Sporing the wonders high Conceived, all is a concept cell but form Throwing radars up Beyond where little Lilly held the talk
The sound shall tell the voice Whatever the voice tells sound that both will hear Uncertain, a journey of life A Riddle Too Old to scare a bear
I choose the path of love Life was brief but now that life is short I chose this path of fate Nicely threading through the mall in awe