This skin does not belong to me
it is merely borrowed.
A place in which I only temporarily reside.
My skin is not yet finished.
My time has not yet come.
But it will.
And the day it does I will shed this skin,
I will rejoice in new birth.
I will embrace a new world,
For they will see my skin and rejoice with me.
I won't forget my temporary home however,
for without that skin my form would never have survived.