A small poem inspired by the game of the same title. |
Babies Dream of Dead Worlds. I often wonder, what it's like, to be born, to be given life, O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do babies dream at night? I often wonder what it's like, to be blind, without sight. O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do the blind ones dream tonight? I often wonder what it's like, to be mute, without sound. O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do the mute ones think tonight? I often wonder what it's like, to be deaf, without hearing, O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do the deaf ones hear tonight? I often wonder what it's like, to be tasteless, without flavor, O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do the tasteless eat tonight? I often wonder what it's like, to be feelless, without touch, O how I wonder, how I wonder, What to the feelless touch tonight? I often wonder what it's like, to be emotionless, like a doll, O how I wonder, how I wonder, what do the emotionless feel tonight? I often wonder, what it's like, to be born, to be given life, O how I wonder, how I wonder, What do babies dream at night? But I need not think, i need not dream, I know the answer, the riddle, the sin, I tell you this, friend of mine, not twice nor thrice, but only once: Babies dream of dead worlds at night. |