Always without further awareness, I am asked
Why do I not want children?
But never asked
What does a child mean for me?
As if birthing the creation of life has to do with the creation of another human being
Concepts can be limited
My concept is my creation
The mysticism I create before me
An ongoing process of birthing and dying
So you see I have many children, in different forms tied to this idea that has to be grasped within tight teeth and clenched jaws
A concept for many to misunderstand
