Crowded Womb

Look at you
Out on the perimeter
Of busy crowds
Trying to fit in

I'm over here
Inside the embryo
Hatching slow

Each breath
And every step
Will blend you further
Into their world

Nice and proper
Nice and normal
Nice and boring
Nice and nice

It keeps you alive
Keeps you in line
Just to numb you down
Over and over
All over again

I'll be in here
I will be self involved
or
So you believe
Dwelling in my 'ego'
Taking it to the head
Avoiding social cues

They make you so ready
To believe in the future
To throw it all away
And pass it by

I'll be here
Deeper in the embryo
Far away from crowded rooms
Staying self involved
Inside my own creative normal