Butterfly

torn and mutilated from all sides of life

holding to the last thread is difficult

passengers pass by to the dreams they only dreamt

but never realized never felt the agony if they break

 

butterflies die with each strong wind that passes

times kill as memories starts to creep in

but life’s donjons opens up  in the strangest of time

and flowers also blossom in the coldest of nights

 

the thin wire is laid for you to cross to the other side

the breeze they grow stronger as you take your first step

but just before you take the last either the wire breaks

or the breeze sweeps you over but at least the gesture was made

 

for eyes so big that swallows the sea

for beauty that you behold in your lips

don’t let the cast crash below

for the soul inside is fragile

hold your breath just a little more

for you die choking or you survive

and flap those wings in difficult times

fly over butterfly to your wild desires

 

fly hard fly fast but never fight when the winds change to directions unknown

for the life is in the free flight not in distance covered or miles lost behind.