How I Am Passing My Days

Just come for once, Try to have a look, how I am passing my days? Can you tell me this is called humans life? Or I am playing with something else. Every evening time I could feel something- Crying into my heart helplessly I stay close to humans feet, I want to know how they treat I couldn't smile loudly, In case it can make someone cry terribly. Sometimes I walk with a cockroach as a cockroach Sometimes I fly with a mosquito as a mosquito Sometimes I tie my own hands to realise how Jesus was suffering? Sometimes I want to bloom myself as a flower Sometimes I want to shine this world as a moon Sometimes I want to be rain to make this world fertile Sometimes I want to go to grave yard to see what is called death Sometimes I want to remove the humans sufferings forever. Just come for once, Try to have a look, how I am passing my days? Can you tell me this is called humans life? Or I am playing with something else.