Not Like You

A daisy will never become a rose;
nor a honey bee change to a bird;
a builder most likely will not compose;
the sweetest song that we heard.

A grizzly bear won’t adopt a fish;
he will likely eat him, instead;
a wishing well won’t grant a wish;
for everything inside it is dead.

Everything in life has a purpose;
even though, we may not know;
often, hidden neath the surface;
telling us where we’re to go.

We can’t change who and what we’ll be;
we’ve each a destiny to fill;
you’re born to be you; and I to be me;
we’re different; and we always will.

Life becomes different; when we change;
and forsake all of destiny’s plan;
for reality, itself, we can’t rearrange;
we can only be what we can.

A star can’t ever become a plant;
no matter how hard he tries;
a failing student won’t get a grant;
until past the day that he dies.

A hammer could never become a nail;
they each have a different purpose;
destiny has ruled; the hammer prevail;
and reality will tend to surface.

We must live out our life’s destiny;
not that of our sister or brother;
for that is the Master’s quest for thee;
we can’t live the life of another.