I mean how does one prepare
Pre-existing suppositions and all
Remember when the world
Was covered with forests
And you could breathe like leaves
The first thing is to remember
That feeling I tell myself when
Life is hardly ready for me
So much left undone
In preparation for my birth
Even under questionable conditions
To get me through to the other side
Ready or not life and maybe even
Bring something back from that forest
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