Soon, the womb inside my head
will birth the worlds I dream of nightly.
The inhabitants, newborn
will look upon reality.
I know they will seek meaning.
I know they will want to carve
out their place among elders
from families where resources
and soapboxes are far from scarce.
Their voices will be a bawling, weariness inducing
cry. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
With time and hard work, they will
mature. I have found my place.
I am here. I am real.