I’m a fool to think that butterflies have wings to be free.
How limited are they,
To only fly with the wind in May?
They paint a picture of evolution and transformation.
Only to stay the same once they have changed formation.
To go in as a worm and come out as a art piece, too peculiar to imitate even by a grain.
From eating and crawling to flying and eatting, still, all the same.
Graciously watching the circles that loop them back into doing what they know to be their change .
Why does a butterfly grow wings just to live the same?
It’s life all in one study,
Its explains how people can request change, but still choose to live in the comfort of their woes and pain.
Why does one change for the better, until shit get rough, then go back to the comfort they once loathe?
Be I, you, we, he, she, be us all,
Just a figment of A Viceroy butterfly living amongst Monarchs?
That would make me a Blue Morpho, indifferent with a ineffable spark..
STICKING OUT amongst a Kaleidoscope that’s untamed.
May we all see the same picture ,but feel a different way….
Be free, world.
Be quiet, eyes.
Be open, heart.
Peace& Love always!!!
By: J. Peters 👑