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I begin my life in a colorful world,
all around me it seems, sensations are swirled.
I don’t know how to move, or even make a sound,
To my skull it seems my thoughts are bound.
I can see something now, it is moving and kind
it touches me gently, as we become entwined.
It begins to make noises gentle and soft,
but I don’t understand, then the sounds float aloft.
I think I missing something, but I don’t know what
because even though I can see, it’s like my eyes are still shut.
There’s a certain familiarity with everything I see,
but I’ve only just awoken, so how can this be?
The being comes very close, and looks right at my face
Making noises that I think I’ve heard, but where, I cannot place.
And suddenly there’s wet on it’s face and on my arm,
I don’t understand, have I done this creature harm?
Then finally I hear some sounds that begin to make sense,
And a series of images in my brain does commence.
I don’t understand, and I let out an anxious screams,
but they just get faster and faster, they are memories it seems.