Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Butterfly

I look in my net
And what do I find
This butterfly stuck
In the net entwined
I caught this butterfly you see
Do I take it in, cage it for curiosity?
Or let it fly, let it go free?
Just wait and we will have to see

Curiosity killed the cat
Imagine that
I never meant to hurt you
He didn't mean to take her virtue
Explore the world, find new lands
Didn't know they'd work for colorless white man
The doctors tried their best, they took a guess
And now we have people addicted to their medical mess
Pretty little wings
Such a small tender little thing
I'll pin it on my wall
Disscet it, to learn it all
All these questions we wonder why
Wonder what we'll see
Gotta find whats at the end of the tunnel
Got to feed our curiosity 



Let freedom ring, let it soar, let it sing
That sounds like such a beautiful thing
The man can't pay his debt
Sentence to do is time
He helps him out
He pays his fine
Slammed her brakes, the bike flew far
She took his life with her speeding car
The people thought for sure, what they would do to her
Pressed no charges, let her go
Didn't even hit her with a single blow
Pretty little wings
Such a small tender little thing
In a prison I could have locked you away
And there you would had to stay
Faster than a child singing A B C
The butterfly is gone, the butterfly is free



We have to be curious to find a way
To help them get through the day
It's not the answer but it's a solution
It's Helping us stop this cancerous evolution
As far as we know
We might have never discovered chemo
Pretty little wings
Such a small tender little thing
It will never fly
Cause we wondered why
I let it die
I killed the little butterfly



I let the man go for I thought it was right
Let him run off into the night
Not a second thought, not a second guess
For my conscious knows whats best
The gun shots fill my ears
I see the body bleeding tears
I let him go, what have I done?
Didn't look long enough, didn't see his gun
Pretty little wings
Such a small tender little thing
I let it go about an hour ago
It is happy it is free


What about me?
I still have that hunger of curiosity
I look in my net and I see another
Maybe I caught the last ones brother


Pretty little wings
Such a small tender little thing
Where to start
How to begin
Do I let it out or take it in?




1 comment:

  1. Paul that was amazing. I really liked that poem. Wow really that was amazing. I've never even thought of those things.

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