Not A Single Cell Is Mine

everything is god except that voice in the universe that continuously asks WHY, WHY, WHY in fact you are not even you - the physique a panel the Almighty uses to control 'you' just in case you wander too far the eyes to just tune into this realm the channel that he allows the ears to delve into the echo of that distance i envy the dog and the whale and the elephants but thanks god i have a nose that swing my tongue from carcasses and a mind that could cross many realms and get to the Almighty himself though not a single cell i can call my own they grow and die at the hands of SOMEBODY else WHY WHY WHY