I was born out of the dust and the path before me called my name
I was an infant carried in-kind strangers arms,
they carried me the first couple of steps
They set me down, held my hand,
showed me the pretty colors, and taught me their names
“The hike is long,” they told me, and I scoffed
It cannot best me, I’ll walk now on my own
“Alright,” they said and gave me a map
I shoved it in my satchel an...