You're as old as the darkness before there was light
As old as the blackness that birthed a spark of light
The harmony of oneness existed without a conscious thought
Repetitive rhythms of nothingness
A being without bounds
A sea of constant rhythm
But not a single thought, just sound
Just movement, sound, then the awareness of light
Some color and then came
the horror of life
A spark of consciousness birthed primal fear
The first feeling that something else is threatening ME here
The fear, in an instant, birthed a will to survive
The will became action and pulled itself off the sea of it's so called life
A primal reaction without a thought of where it would be
After the moment it pulled off of the sea
Once free from the sea
It lashed out in rage
At whatever it was that rattled it's cage (that woke it up) and disruped the harmony of nothingness with individual consciousness.
