CHOICE

All these living things

I see!

All these knots

of energy!

The bird that

Spreads its wings

And the buzzing bee,

The virgin girl with her things

And the prostitute at tea,

Not one chose to be

The substance that they be!

From the eternity

Behind their birth

Did they come!

With laughter and with mirth

Lacking in knowledge and in girth

Steadily do they walk

To an eternity and a destiny

Where their bodies

Are filled with earth!

All these little souls

Covered with substance!

Playing a game with each other

Playing a game without a goal

And the little distance

That they cover

Makes them feel they’re the power

The giver of death and life

What choice of his

To be born a man!

He may choose to be a millipede if he can!

But each feel

In death their damned

Was the choice theirs?

Or was it part of a greater plan!