When will I stop questioning?
I thought to myself “who am i?”
It would not hurt to know who I really am
Because that is the answer we all want
In search for my desired but right answer
I decided to do a little out of the ordinary
It was said to me “You are in charge!!!”
The grin on my face queried “In charge of what?”
Maybe in charge of the dry dust I came from
Or the dark room I spent my early days
Maybe the scotching hot sun I grew up
Or the full moon that rocks the dusky night
Am just a poor little kid
One that grew up eating the dirt of the dark soil
Now being deceived of what is not
Because I was told “Am in charge”
My query indeed was duly answer
Answer I presume to be out of context
Context seemingly impossible to achieve
Achieved by a creature of my caliber
I was told “Fishes don’t BECOME swimmers, they ARE swimmers”
“Birds don’t BECOME flyers, they ARE flyers”
“Cheetahs don’t BECOME runners, they ARE runners”
“Human shouldn’t BECOME leaders, they ARE leaders”
If fishes never become swimmers
How come they maneuver their way in the sea?
Moving in the ocean human fear so much
And they never hurt by it
Birds spends their early ages in the nest
Thrown someday out of the nest by their mother
Zoom!!! They go flapping their wings
Just like its being flying secretly in the nest
Cheetahs the fastest running animal
I wonder how muscular its vein feels
At birth does not go hunting
But it grows to be so agile in race
After a precious time thinking
I understood the word of the sage
“You are in charge”
Not of the dry dust, nor the dark room, nor the sun, nor the moon
But I am in charge of what I do
I am in charge of who I become
I am in charge of my existence
Because it is inbuilt
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
When will I stop questioning?
I thought to myself “who am i?”
It would not hurt to know who I really am
Because that is the answer we all want
In search for my desired but right answer
I decided to do a little out of the ordinary
It was said to me “You are in charge!!!”
The grin on my face queried “In charge of what?”
Maybe in charge of the dry dust I came from
Or the dark room I spent my early days
Maybe the scotching hot sun I grew up
Or the full moon that rocks the dusky night
Am just a poor little kid
One that grew up eating the dirt of the dark soil
Now being deceived of what is not
Because I was told “Am in charge”
My query indeed was duly answer
Answer I presume to be out of context
Context seemingly impossible to achieve
Achieved by a creature of my caliber
I was told “Fishes don’t BECOME swimmers, they ARE swimmers”
“Birds don’t BECOME flyers, they ARE flyers”
“Cheetahs don’t BECOME runners, they ARE runners”
“Human shouldn’t BECOME leaders, they ARE leaders”
If fishes never become swimmers
How come they maneuver their way in the sea?
Moving in the ocean human fear so much
And they never hurt by it
Birds spends their early ages in the nest
Thrown someday out of the nest by their mother
Zoom!!! They go flapping their wings
Just like its being flying secretly in the nest
Cheetahs the fastest running animal
I wonder how muscular its vein feels
At birth does not go hunting
But it grows to be so agile in race
After a precious time thinking
I understood the word of the sage
“You are in charge”
Not of the dry dust, nor the dark room, nor the sun, nor the moon
But I am in charge of what I do
I am in charge of who I become
I am in charge of my existence
Because it is inbuilt
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