It was a farm, the heat of something covers me. I have no senses yet I think I have, weird.
I can see, observe, 360 degrees, all the things around me.
I have conscience, tf would I have conscience, I am an egg, atleast that's what I know.
I wonder if the other eggs are like me, I can't speak, but I can think.
I can't walk, for I have no legs, but I think I can roll myself, but where will I go.
Wondering is what I do everyday, just chilling in this nest, peeking at this semi open door, where the light is, sleeping at dark and being woke up by these huge alarm clocks covered in feathers, they all sound the same, why do they shout over and over again.
Wondering is all I do, thinking what am I doing in this world as an egg, my purpose, its just all a mystery, the world is a mystery, maybe the world has something for me, something to offer.
