I woke up one morning and on my window sill,
Sat a butterfly with wings brightly hued like silk,
I wished to be someone like her,
Who spread joy and colour wherever she tread.
A silent wish i made inside and was surprised to find,
The butterfly suddenly spoke her mind.
She asked me why i fancied her,
Why her life and being I craved and found so dear.
"You fly as lighly as the wind" I said,
"Your wings are like a velvet kiss,
And as you fly into my colourless world,
So many shades and hues you bring.
You've lived your life as a tiny worm,
A far cry from what you are today,
In your flight and your colourful being,
I see freedom and success personified" I said.
She smiled a bit, was more like a grimace to me,
And gave me an all knowing glance and said,
"I see you trapped within yourself as well,
In you I see a part of my past as well."
Sigh she said.."I was but a worm,
But my life had meaning still,
I prayed and hoped and wished and dreamt,
Of the day I would be a butterfly as well.
I craved those wings you sing about,
I yearned for the freedom of flight.
It was all i wanted every day,
And its what i prayed for at night.
Till one day my wish came true and I,
Became a pretty butterfly.
I had all i wanted, i had my wings,
But most of all..I coud fly.
Somehow my life had no meaning no more,
The purpose of my life seemed to wane,
I was what i wanted to be right now,
But from here where and what else could i be?
Today i see my days before and crave to have them back again,
To have a purpose and an aim..to crave something more than life.
Yet I'm still here...your pretty butterfly,
But today's all I have..a day..and then I'll die."
