Come – ask me why I left my mother’s womb.
(The answer’s absolutely need for space.)
Considering the question in my room
and on the streets, I look in any face,
at every posture, spy and listen, scan
around me daily to discern the clues
to our existence. (Early I began
to note we mostly foster others’ views).

My fellows won’t agree with me (I think).
I’ve witnessed half a century and guess
what matter’s to a soul. Each time I blink
you people fluctuate, but I confess
and I contend that persons everywhere
are born on purpose to be self-aware.