Yesterday I did sports with all my might,
Now my skin feels way too tight.
I fell asleep tired and satisfied,
While something awoke right by my side.
That something was my left calf muscle
Gaining consciousness without the slightest rustle.
A new mind born in the middle of the night,
Stuck to my leg, thus filled with spite.
How would you feel as a newborn life,
Who had a knee act as the midwife?
Existential crisis as its first thought,
It became desperately overwrought,
Died of emotional traumatic stress,
Returned to its previous lifelessness.
Later I woke up to break my fast,
Oblivious to everything that had just passed.
I Noticed, what looked like dried up tears,
The kind containing the sadness of years.
Shrugged and paid it no more mind,
My head was already me-me-me-lined.