Authentic Germ

I started out small

As small as a germ

In a glass

Half full

But half empty

I made my way from cup to air

From death to life

Only to find that the world

Will hold you back

If it knows where you come from

So continue to grow

In a world new

2 Stairs

2 flights of stairs

2 more stairs

Who cares

I am counting

Legs burning

From constant churning

Click and trip

Hold myself on the

Red stick

That makes a railing

The no smoking sign above my head

Make it to the second floor

Then off to bed