The serpent of life watches me.
Trying to see what I am to be.
It is unsure of my future life.
Not sure if it will be good, or filled with strife.
My eyes are closed, I do not wish to see.
The fire in its eyes, that will tell me what to be.
As its tongue flicks my cheek.
I laugh a little, still feeling weak.
I open my eyes still not wishing to see.
The serpent hisses still not sure of me.
I smile a little, then laugh aloud.
Im one of a kind, I dont belong to a crowd.
It hissed again, still confused.
My smile grew, very amused.
So what do I do with such a child?
I cant very well control something so wild.
Theres nothing that can be done with something like me.
I cant be controlled and I cant be set free.
Nor is there anything left for me to learn.
No joy or happiness, or sorrow or burn.
With my words full of rage and sorrow.
The serpent must doubt I will live till tomorrow.
But never the less it releases me.
Still unsure, if anything, of what I am to be.
I walk away with my head hanging low.
What now, where do I go?
I look back at the serpent who still watches me.
Will I ever know what I am to be?
Without acknowledging me it turns and slithers away.
Maybe Ill find out what I am......someday.
