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."