The Wait Before Arrival

All are the same, each start alike

Held wet in their sack of fluid
Like a perfect organic machine
Regulating that future live being
Their arrival but a matter of doubt
Some are taking time in delivery
Every one of us aren't ready to go
Some arrive before completion
Soon or later, the water breaks
The mother unit's water flows
Time ticks, and running out
A being is born to the world
Fearsomely, gloriously
And powerfully made