The warm water sloshes slightly
As I adjust in my cramped place,
Unwilling to leave the security,
Since I don’t know what I shall face.

But something tells me I must go
Beyond my comfy placenta,
Since I control not even this;
My domain is an irredenta.

The water pours forth, forcing me
Into a new birth violently.
The “womb” and “tub” both end in “b”
And let me live complacently.