I did not ask for this,

life by my parents.

Have you seen the whispers?

Die in our presence.

Many, if not all, have once suffered on this planet,

alone and cold, hoping for a new plan ahead.

Some work for others freedom

while others mislead ’em.

I destroy to create,

Being a part of fate.

I don’t know, I don’t understand,

but should we really give the one who knows all a name?

Assuming our state of minds are always reliable,

stable, perfect, and viable.

I was born yesterday a boy,

and see that today noone plays with toys.

Whisper and I can think,

but she can’t see the numbers in the picture as I can in a blink.

Whisper and I can think,

but I can’t think for long, as she can sync.

I did not ask for this,

death by my parents.