The Mystery of Time

I am just a sperm and less That seeded my mother's womb, That came out as a bundle of joy, perhaps, That caused her unmeasured gloom.

Something made me wag my tail And reach before my kind. My body grew silently inside And I was saddled with a mind.

Slowly as my body grew And my mind grew with it, too, Something else grew silently inside - They called it ego, those who knew.

Now, I'm separated from my mother And I'm separated from my self, too; Sometimes I wish I was never born And I wish I never grew.