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