We crash-landed from another world
Before we even took our first breath
We were taught to know nouns and verbs
Through eyelids half-closed
The sun was foreign to that which knew only cold
And feelings were new to these children
Anger, desire, excitement, discomfort
Kept us from reminiscing too much
But the void is ultimately who we are
Nothing was the stone and sculptor
Our soul claws at the walls of its shell
Crying out for home
Lying that our nostalgia
Is a simple defensive reaction
We learn to breathe, count 1, 2 ,3
To maintain the illusory structure
The meat calls for order
But it does not call for us
Nothing will return, soon enough
And take us back in
It's arms will wrap around us, snugly
And sing us to sleep
Written about/inspired by our childhood experiences with derealization