I am feeling a bit like this right now. A strange specimen in search of its purpose in an alien world.
Words are my wings and at present they they are clipped and tied while I lay mute forced to adopt to my existence using other less familiar attributes. My body, my senses, my rhythm, my instincts. These and other faculties are being called for duty helping me navigate to the next phase.
What complex beings we are. Complex beyond our comprehension.