Expanding those lungs with strained anticipation; race of life running hard

At first a wiggling mass of determination just trying to find a mothers tit

and then?

Growing hair in strange places; hormonal translations; thoughts of flesh and ways

Until before you know it the days blur between night and day.

“What’s it all about?” or “Why am I here?”

When really laughing and knowing the answer that God is looking at me with a smile, grinning in the mirror.