birthday eve

Its my birthday eve
And I could feel little me still wrapped up like a fetus in my mother's womb
Waiting for the eleventh hour when I'll break through
Not knowing what the world holds in for me
Not knowing this world would later corrupt innocent me
My mother still heavy with tiny me as a pregnancy
With her bags and all checking into a maternity
It was June the 23rd 1989
A friday it was and it almost rained that night
But no I wasn't ready yet
That womb was still comfortable for my tiny head
I'm not even aware I'm not the first of my clan
I couldn't tell if my parents for me had made any plans
But in there I know by the morning I'll be ready
To launch into a world and it will be early