From the warmth of the burning
Life in my mathoms womb
Crouched the legs,cutting the tassle
Into this spinning sphere
As a bairn, my talk and noodle blabbers
was in the arms that cuddled
The pinkie touch that made me walk
I found my place beautiful
From the place far into the forest
find both backslapping and backgammon
bantering with my pals around
I am discrete
I find my place dirty
Again into the chancy world
of both benovalent and envious people
I row my boat into the carp of deep pond
till the reach reach of heyday
I could find my place distinct
Atlast the frazzled moments of life
I like to be in the shell of my near enmasse
I'll find my place secure