The baby appears. He does not know why he is there. The only thing he knows is to nae nae. He floats around more and looks at the different stars, all of them are unique, some are blinking, some are bright, some are small, some are massive. He nae-naes as he questions as to why he is here, but there is no one to question this to, and so he questions himself. He proceeds to nae nae as he watches a supernova from afar. The meaning of existing, is what he wonders.
"Is this what existence is all about?, floating around in space while nae-naeing?", he asks himself.
He is the only living being in that universe afterall, no-one is there to question other than him. The stars shined brightly, there was no day or night up there.
"Who had taught me how to nae-nae?", he asks himself. "Why do I know how to nae-nae?", in that very question , he had found the question he was looking for.
The only thing he knows is to nae-nae, then this must be his only purpose. His purpose is to nae-nae around in space, and so he did what he must.
He nae-naed until he ached his bones.
"My bones hurt and my anus itches" he said to himself. "Who changes my diaper?" he cried for he did not know. His buttocks felt numb from all the nae-naeing. In spite of all the pain that it may cause him, nae-naeing was still the only thing he did.
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PoetryA dancing baby floats around in space, nae-naeing as he questions all the wonders in life.
