Trapped in this sphere,
I ask,
'Are my surroundings real
Or unreal?
Where am I?
Or am I?'
Hidden,
I, the embryo,
Perceive but retain nothing.
Life awaits me.
A hallucination?
A deceit?
Alive only to be numb with pain?
Thoughts drift inside my brain.
I, conceived, conceive
A future.



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