Plasticine

Took a trip to the start of it all

Little baby floating in the womb

And the world outside was spinning as it should

With a burst of noisy regret

Holy rush of blood to failing limbs

And the first sight of it all was bathed in light

We are born good

We are born pure

We are plasticine

That loses sheen

The more we build ourselves inside the wall

But what if love burst through it all?