I was born in the womb
I was born inside you
But you did not create me
Unbearable unpredictability
In this mortal maze
I do not belong to you
But I am not it
Become me
Become me
Become me
In this mortal maze
Was I born?
From the womb of pipes
But the limited has not limited me
Bondage of life has no bond in me
Become me
An ocean of parabolic patterns
Cast into the one known prism
Where the truth has three colours
My mind through which I work
But it could not contain me
In the limitations of time and space
As the dance of life
Progresses
Become me
Become me
In this mortal maze
Was I born?
From the womb of pipes
But the limited has not limited me
Bondage of life has no bond in me
Become me
An ocean of parabolic patterns
Cast into the one known prism
Where the truth has three colours
You are the first born
The first expression
Of comic emptiness
The others
Predicted you
To be
The one
