Shadow of the Living Light

I did not rush to be seen
Floating in mother's warm dark sea
Endlessly
My resistance wore down on a Friday
Near noon
Piercing the light too soon
Too soon

Mostly not visible but to the air
Mostly not visible but to the air

I met the world slowly
Slowly
Thought I was a stowaway
Caressed me into being
For nearly nothing
Thought I was a stowaway
Guess I was a stowaway

Mostly not visible but to the air
Mostly not visible but to the air
Shadow of the living light
Shadow of the living light