I only remember darkness and clueless void,
Who chose for me, my path and likeness,
I remember nothing but forgotten blindness.
The genesis of conception not founded.
How can the clothes of life be suited?
My name on dotted lines disguised as a birth certificate,
The prodigal soul with no knowledge of where the source is,
The Human becomes the Human resources.
Adopted by the system of modern society,
A cog in the gear engine fueled by money.
The more I possess, the more I get happy.
No memory of beginning or knowledge of death,
The Human on a lone mission called destiny.
Who gave the mission and took my permission?
The sleeper human asks existential questions.
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