An Embryo

 Of all the people that you may know

There is one who remains an embryo

You will never meet them face to face

Because you are standing in their place

When you stop to think... you will seek

Asking yourself, what makes you unique

As life passes through a continuing turnstile

Identity changes like the shadow of a sundial

When you are asked to describe your being

It is difficult to pinpoint what you are seeing

You see yourself within the eyes of these who look

Scanning their notes in an observation book…

No two chapters will be exactly the same

Each person sees you in a different frame

All that you simply can find of yourself may be a reflection...

A variety of appraisals derived by connection

Within a searching mind, your vision is vast

Someone inside is waiting to be released eventually

Finally, there is an emergence of your worth

Find your significant self... then experience birth