Saturday, June 24, 2006

Prisoner of Freedom

The butterfly he sings
Songs of freedom as he runs
He builds on air and breaks down bones
And crumbles in the all alone
The butterfly, without wings
Plasters out the sun
He sucks the air from all the flowers
Sleepless lest he waste the hours
Lonely every waking dawn
Battling loneliness alone
Oh butterfly, how don’t you see?
You fly in circles around me
Every time dazzled by the first glance
Of brilliant colors that momentarily
Put you in a trance
Till you hear that freedom song
Pouring restlessness back
Into your soul where it belongs
Oh butterfly, how don’t you learn?
Oh butterfly, why won’t I learn?

3 comments:

Maxxed`ouT said...

" Oh butterfly, why won’t I learn? "

In my humble opinion , if i'm allowed to have one to start with , this line added NOTHING to the text .
On the contrary , it limited its possibilites and narrowed its horizons to a very great extent .

MechanicalCrowds said...

Sometimes I like things that I don't understand. This is one.

N said...

your opinions are always welcome tab3an, i do see your point, but i was trying to highlight the fact that one has the choice not to be bothered....

if you know what i mean :)