I am just pondering
Over who I am
How I came to be
And how I will be no more.
I am at home
With the way
I came to be
There won't be anything
Short of thank you
To whoever caused my being
I would have been made
Into an animal
Naked clad
And without a roof
Over my head
Or a tree
In its sedentary mood
Or even still a lifeless
Slab of granite
Sitting in bovine indifference
To to the world.
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