In a world
where anything is possible,
I was never born
but someone else
instead of me
to fit this world
effortlessly.
I was never born
to raise my eyes
towards the old and wise
to ask “why”,
why does the world
talk of freedom
as if we were alive,
when most of us
walk given paths
through this given life.
You’re a boy
you’re a girl,
you’re worthless,
you’re a king.
Now dance,
like your feet
fit the shoes you were given.
But I was never born
so the shoes made for me
are in other feet,
and I walk barefoot
and I am the unborn free!