I gotta flow on this one....(mind scribbles)
Just who am I?
And where do I come from?
Have I sprung in
Or the face of Fall's leaves?
I'm searching for where I'm from...
Is it from the embryo of a fornicated womb
That birthed a bastard
Named after her mother
I search the eyes of a stranger
Only to see they are like the others
I was held for nine months
Only to be let go
Off into a world in search of
The half to make me whole
...many will say they feel this
Don't feel me
Pull a chair and listen...