Baa! Baa! Black Sheep! Can you hide In the wool that grows inside, Chilled to bone in soul's dark night, Stars obscured by doubts, no light!
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The last verse makes me think. I did not make myself. I did not ask to be here. I did not have a choice in my coming. Good read this poem gives.