I was born into this world,

My world is filled with darkness and light,

I was born from the pond of reflection,

Between us and our reflections lies nothing and something,

Being in nothing gives you no purpose,

All you have to worry about when you are nothing,

Is finding a comfortable spot to sleep in the pitch black,

Being in something means you are always working on something, I am in between these separate groups,

I want to both do something and nothing,

However both sides didn’t like it when I wanted to do both,

Something kicked me out because I wasn’t doing anything,

Nothing pushed me out because I wanted to do something,

So as I walked to the border on which the two sides separated, I skip stones across the reflecting water,

The black rock only sank to the bottom,

While the white pebbled skip across forever, 

I see the gray water splash and catch a glimpse of my reflection,

Curiously I dip my hand into the water,

My reflection pulls me in from the other side,

I see everything for the first and last time,

My reflection and me became one, 

The colors flow through my eyes,

I watched as the colors took over my world,

I saw this with my new eyes and spoke my first words and I said,

“Magnificent”