And so man knows that one day he shall be reborn.
     But he can’t help but wonder – What will it be like?
               What will it be like when I am born?

What will it be like when I am born – I have only to assume.
For my mind is but the sperm and this earth be the womb.
Unlike other seeds that sprout from Mother Earths face,
I alone am aware of my growth.
The deeds good and bad are the diet I consume,
And I concede to a tasting of both.

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What will it be like when my mind is set free
     from this cage of flesh and bone?
Will the being that sired me save me a place,
     or cast me exposed from his home?

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What will it be like when my mind is set free
     from this cage of flesh and bone?
Will the being that sired me save me a place,
     or cast me exposed from his home?
Well I am far greater than the sperm that surround me
     for my birth will be of my choosing.
But envious I be of those lesser than me,
     for they have no chance of losing.
So here I lie through years of pregnancy
     a seed that is tattered and torn.
For I am but a sad and lonely being,
     waiting – waiting to be born.

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