Loading ...The Cocoon and the Butterfly in Me
Aug 28th, 2007 by Felix Alaita
My transgressins upon this earth
would not be complete till i spread my wings and fly
My thought process reclines and berths
As I know not how to break free of these shackles and rise
How is time in it’s infininty defined
How is the allocation of parts refined
What determines how long the suffering must be
What informs that it”s time to reach for what we seek
Am holed up restrained by the tapestry
Awed but miffed by the eclectic artistry
Pondering night without end what awaits outside
The growing pains of preparation gnawing me inside
From my little peep hole I catch a glimpse
My yearnings soar to break free but I must resist
For the Grand Master must know more about this need
And put me in here to prepare - ah but I yearn to be free
we all search for release from some form of shackles or the other. some know they are shackled while others don’t. those who know are a step towards their freedom, those who don’t are lost. it is neccessary to ask oneself which are we?
Once more felix, this is a nice piece. like i said before you have a way with words keep it up.