Why to be the dusk?
When I can be the dawn,
Why will they decide my path?
When I have to run on my own;
Why do they judge my known?
When themselves are they unknown?
Why do they have to be the keeper of my life?
Why do they question my creator’s goal?
Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?
Upbringing by my creator’s emissary,
Is the constitution in journey of my life;
Why do they have to be the judge?
When my creator had sent his forms;
Why do I have to cluster my wish list?
Why to throw them in a bin?
Why they can’t see me fly?
Why can’t I be unapologetic?
