When I was done dying, my conscience regained
So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained
Out of a flash made of time, my new form blasted out
And it startled me so, and I burst out a shout
Which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest
And I ran until drained, leaving no choice but rest
So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
But I should've gone deeper, but I'm not so brave
And like that I was torn out and thrown in the sky
And I said all my prayers because surely I'll die
As I crashed down and smashed into earth, into dirt
How my skin did explode, leaving only my shirt
But from my shirt grew a tree and that tree grew a fruit
And I became the seed and that seed was a brute
And I clawed through the ground with my roots and my leaves
And I tore up the shirt and I ate up the sleeves
And they laughed at me and they said 'what is your plan?'
But their question was foreign, I did not understand
When then suddenly I'm ripped up and placed in a mouth
And it swallowed me whole at which time I went South