I was born inside a fire truck trying to figure out
Where the smoke was coming from;
I was born inside a movie that began with a party.
Everyone came for me, but I wasn't there.
Why?
I'm driving at night on the highway,
and I'm scared.
I was born inside a liar, who lay atop a stretcher,
and lied with every word he said,
and wished he could set things straight.
But he couldn't set things straight;
he was a liar.
I was born inside a garden near Kings Highway;
I went to see a friend from long ago.
His home had expanded.
None of his doors were open.
His mother called the police;
the police took me to a garden,
and asked me if I knew the garden.
I said "yes, I do;
and I can find my way home from here."