The Unfathomed Journey Poem by Bruce Gashirabake

Hallo O' dear world,
Your beauty my eyes has stunningly struck,
Engulfed in the warmth of the womb I was,
And now ready I am to savor you.
With what wonder shall I set my journey off?
The beauty of breathing finally?
Or perhaps the adventurous journey awaiting?
Oh no, the warm embrace of your residents, first.

Did I miss an episode? (Checks around)
I see wars, starvation and hatred like no other,
As if this is what I signed up for.
Can I with solitude return to the womb? No.
I thought, I thought, I thought is what brews in my head,
Perfection was all I could behold from in there,
Yet, only ghostly dismay have I met.
What do I do? - My queries succinctly answered by silence.