Why can’t we choose our life?
Why is it so unfair?
What if I wanted to be a creature,
Now disappeared from earth.
I would have survived,
Unlike the others.
In the verge, humans would perish,
Different from the yore of the world.
I could have an unusual existence,
Where I would be free,
From the chore, God created, indeed.
Superficial happy, inside we bleed.
Privilege to live he gave us,
No alternative of the creatures,
What if I don’t wanna be a human,
But some vulture destroying the world?
With no worries about the good deeds,
Deity asked us to follow,
Obeying them repeatedly,
we’ve all become hollow.
So why can’t we choose our life?
Cause giving rise to something is beautiful,
Letting them become what they want, is a prodigy.