Or San

It’s what I should be

If I plant a specific seed

I can’t expect

The fruit will be something

I want or wish to eat

It will be

Whatever it was meant to be

I can’t question the fruit

For not being what i wanted

When I was the one

Who choose the seed

I can’t blame the soil,

The seasons, or the fruit

I can’t nurture one thing

And demand another in return

I must live with what I choose to grow