Whats The Point Being Here? ? Poem by D.A. Woods

Not once had I asked to be born,
not even through ressurection, but yet I'm thrown,
into the shell of some useless body,
reflects a thing....that's not me.

who am I first and foremost?
I was a breeze along a coast,
Cut me open, I shall not bleed,
instead reveal to you, my true creed.

I am nothing more than one of lifes parasites,
turned out more dangerous than a snake bite,
to me, where I am is nothing more than a set back,
once I'm gone...may I never come back.

To live here with this fear, hurt and deceit,
young children dying at their mothers feet,
we all need to return to where we are from and vastly retreat,
I'd give up this life in a heartbeat! ! !