The Mechanics of Life

It happened one day
when no one was looking. Under
a white sheet meant for sleep.
With eyes tightly shut
creation of innocence.

The tight confines you find yourself in,
wishing for the floodgates to burst,
for the end of this prison sentence to come soon
You kick.

Dependent on another to eat, to sleep,
no freedoms of your own.
Then it happens suddenly
the birth of an innocent.