I tire of life as a human being; Of the constant urge, the ever-fleeing From things that are and things to be, Of seeking peace to shelter me. Better for me had I remained A protozoan and obtained Sustenance by snatching -- fighting Other breeds that were inviting Vitamins. How joyfully I'd shirk accountability. I wish that I could have stayed put Unicellular -- a foot Beneath vacuity. I'm seeing Too much of life as a human being. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL TO MR. BARBAULD, NOVEMBER 14, 1778 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL MY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |