I love this for reasons I don’t understand and I feel I should reblog so I can read it again.
WHEN I WAS NOTHING
Some time ago it was that i was not here, when i was nothing,
There was no me, i may have existed in a waiting world of the unborn.
When i was nothing there was no pain, no name to be called as i had no breath
I may have had a spirit and soul, not yet known to a mother and father not known.
When i was nothing there was something waiting out there for me, for my eyes to see,
Where was i when i was not me, a thought in the minds of my parents to be.
We start out nothing to be, become flesh and blood, a heart with a name,
The time will come when our days are done, back to nothing from once i was.