If I were an insect

If I drink a magic potion and become an insect, 
Not for many days I’d get to live. 
I’d pray for this time to be totally perfect, 
All my strength and energy throughout I’d give. 


For this short period that I’d stay, 
All I would think of is to eat, sleep and mate. 
Wonder which species I’d be, 'but hey', 
All insects are the same, they aren’t difficult to relate.


In my life cycle, I’d first be an egg, 
Then I’d grow until antennae come out of my head. 
But in a few hours I’d be big enough for a peg, 
Soon you’ll find that I’m already dead. 


My grandma would tell me about the beetles and the bugs, 
How brave they were to enter rooms with fake light. 
How they feared to be the frog's dinner, 'oh shucks', 
But once they enter the bright white light, they never take another flight. 


Curiosity would lead me to the mystery of their death, 
A path full of obstacles, I’d first have to cross the net. 
A fog of harmful gas would almost take away my breath, 
I wouldn’t go inside to see what’s worse I bet. 


As I write this poem an insect just sat on my page, 
Oops! I simply shut my book; it’s squished in brown enzyme. 
Flying around like them is worse than being in a cage, 
At least you get some space in there, sometimes freedom is a crime. 


‘An insect’s life isn’t that tough’, is easy to comment, 
But in this world of insecticides, their life is toughest to protect. 
Within this unpredictable planet that’s the way my life would end, 
If I drink a magic potion and become an insect.