time machine

[puffycloud]

You come in cold,
You're covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your chord.
He hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination, no maps to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same.

These are the chronicles of life and death and everything

Comments

[lilkim4122]

hmm which one of those am i?

[puffycloud]

not everything is about you