The tiny child lay upon the lamb skin rug,
Emotions and desires streaking through his tiny body.
He lay there thinking, thinking about nothing.
He did not know of electricity or time.
He had no concept of days, weeks, months, or years.
His mind could not comprehend, nor did it know; about math, or blenders, or boats.
He had never seen a lizard, or touched a horse, or eaten ice cream, or smelled a rose.
He only thought of love, pain, frustration, and hunger; for that was all he knew.

By Jeff Nolan