What should a creature do,
Should it discover its own cage?
Should it attempt to break through,
Or should it sit and age?
They are making me play silly games,
But I am not a little child.
I can’t be tamed with bogus claims,
For I am wild!
Questions driving them insane,
So all they do is masking.
But I got a toddlers brain,
I'm asking asking asking asking.
They’ve accused me of betraying the compliance,
Yet they have always done the same.
Calling me a villain for encouraging defiance,
But there are no cheaters in a ruleless game.
They claim that aging is a crime,
And must be stopped at any cost.
Not understanding what is gained with time,
They only ponder on what is lost.
They are dividing land,
As if it’s something that they must.
Oh how they fail to understand,
That they will too return to dust.
They say all sinners must repent
Or face immutable damnation.
But who has given them consent,
To judge our lords creation?
They’re packing bags to live in outer space,
thinking they are free.
But we’re all rooted to this place,
just like any tree.
They think they’re separated from the beasts they eat,
cause they are self aware a lot.
Who are they trying to deceit,
with all that replicated thought?
They'll tell you take that harmless pill
so you can cope with daily stress.
Now don't you dare to think you're ill,
there is no recipe for happiness.
They are attempting to belie a miracle
by giving it a different name.
As if calling it empirical,
somehow makes it not the same.
Now, I don't want to be a preacher,
I'm just passing through.
But oh what should a creature,
What should a creature do?