very small white flowers on green plant in the middle of gravel

Beggars

I didn’t choose to be planted here
but I can choose to grow

(if there’s water
if there’s light
if there’s warm
if there’s night)

I didn’t choose to this place of mind
but I can choose to think

I didn’t choose this boat or river
but I can choose to row

I haven’t seen the wine list
but I can choose to drink

I didn’t choose this life
and I can choose to go

I didn’t choose to be planted here
but I can choose to grow