For I heard once:

“It’s hard to make a cake.”

Layered is its texture,

Demanding focus and a careful way.

Everyone was so happy

For a span of a second,

And everything turned opposite

When a human was put in place.

When the fusion blends in cream,

The same is a human with thoughts,

Emotions as flavour for its changing state of hearts.

Why are they considered different

To every extent of life?

Life was created for a human,

Not a human for life.