Dead silent within the formless void of thought
Within my parent's flesh I stew and fight
Against the walls I kick, against being caught
In cramped confines, without life's warm light
I hope one day this prison I will escape
And in my glory and my power I will show
The art and design of fully-formed shape
Brought forth among the shining world below
I will greet them all, as beauty unfurled,
Lock eyes, I'll smile and say "Hello, World"