We are born helpless from the golden dust,
Bounded by chains that are vulnerable to rust,
Empty of words but full of joy,
Unable to express, we simply cry,
Even in these slender ‘life beginning’ stages,
We need to choose ‘what we want to be’ for coming ages.
Learning to stand, we feel the ground,
We are still chained but unbound,
Learning to speak, we feel free,
We can move around but we can’t flee,
Even at these happy ‘life developing’ stages,
We need to choose ‘what we want to learn’ for coming ages.
Trying hard to walk, we feel the heat,
We are still tired of our baby feet,
Able to run, we feel the wind passing by,
We still can’t escape, even if harder we try,
Even at these fast ‘life covering’ stages,
We need to choose ‘where we want to stay’ for coming ages.
Developing new ideas, we feel the vibrations,
We are still unable to master the relations,
Equipped with skills, we still can’t do,
We are unable to separate ‘I’ from ‘YOU’,
Even at these false ‘life competing’ stages,
We need to choose ‘what is my motive’ for coming ages.
Searching for ourselves, we travel unnamed places,
We are still unable to follow the foot traces,
Meeting new poeple, we just watch their lies,
We are still unable to open our eyes,
Even at these adventurous ‘life realising’ stages,
We need to choose ‘where to find ourselves’ for coming ages.
At every stage of our ongoing time,
We need to sing in suitable rhyme,
Whatever we choose, it’s never wrong or right,
It’s just a decision, not worth a fight,
When we need to choose under restricting conditions,
We dominate our thoughts, we make DECISIONS…..!!!