Swim against the current,
struggle on every stroke.
A race against time,
too late to revoke.
Mad scramble for all,
selected few reach the gate,
fighting to breach the wall
to find their waiting mate.
I win in a zygotic merge
to attain my karmic goal,
activating spark of life
to produce a living soul.
Now I prosper and grow,
preparing to enter the world,
feeding in a cocoon of love,
well protected and curled.Ejected by love,
Accepted by life. |