Daddy's Womb

I asked my father if I could swim,
and he said that I would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground.

So I walked out to the water,
and cried out – "How ’bout now?"
He said, "A little bit further,
and then you’ll leave the ground."

I stepped on sand then stone,
from hollow ground to sturdy.
The sky was at my level as I
gazed at the birdie.

The Sea brought me a new idea,
the urge to flee to the high.

I asked my Father if I could fly,
and he said, "Sure, go ahead and try."

I jumped as high as I could.
Still, I landed on the ground.
I saw my Father pull on a chain,
then I knew that I was bound.