I wish I were a rock,

To live on earth forever,

Better destroyed by exfoliation,

Than flesh on flesh destruction,

The world seems to be complicated,

Instead of feeding up.

One becomes fed up!

Wings are meant for other creatures.

Only if I had mine,

Like the migratory birds of the earth,

I would certainly take flight,

A flight for my belly,

Starvation has fulfilled the atmosphere,

I know not about tomorrow’s burden,

I’m fed up!

There is no future in my pathway,

There stands a bloodthirsty Gorgon,

Seems no room for survival,

Lord I don’t know,

I’m fed up!