A journey Of long long ago
Cells in soup-Literally
Multiplying aimlessly, Without a purpose
Blind.
Moving without knowing, Conforming
Protecting itself – Herd.
Never stopping, Never questioning, Never aware
Just Existing. Floating.
And then….
The Rebellion
Restless, Does not conform
Questions
Urgent need to find, It’s purpose
Goes against the stream
Alone – But not lonely
Scared – But even more curious
Wandering – But not lost.
Growth.
A new beginning, a different Form
A Rebellion, without Reaction
Can Transform.
