I want to take my life in a new direction
And for that I am going to need to be alone
So I hope no one will take this as rejection
But now the time has come for me to be on my own
And if you would like to understand me
What you should know is I have to be free
Is it really possible to love another?
Does otherness clarify? Is it terrifying?
I have just survived someone's attempt to smother
My specificity between living and dying
Which if you would like to understand how
Important that is try to find me now
I have withdrawn to emerge as a butterfly
And when I do I will only reveal myself to
Those willing to respect my need to soar the sky
Unhindered by what those earthbound caterpillars do
Who never understood and never will
My magical life is magical still
I read some of my life in here. The fact that there are so many others in this world that can't seem to let individuals be individuals but attempt in one way or another to mold individuals to look like them or the so called normal and/or average person. One may want to fly but others, if he lets them, will hold him back.
The questions is: Is it better to risk taking flight alone and possibly crash and burn just to have that chance that you might not crash and burn but soar into the sky? The odds for those that did take the chance are not promising--that song "I did it my way" by Sinatra tells it all.
I have attempted flight, crashed and burned and from the ashes taken flight again to only crash and burn again. Now I’m flying and hope to stay aloft for a long time--who knows when we will crash and burn again. Sooner or later we will all crash land to never fly again. So, once you make it and don’t crash work to stay up there.
Reviewed by xxxxxxx cccccc (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2008
Enigmatic and elusive as often Steven and butterflies are. However, they are also associated with flying and blossom. You take fragrance wherever you soar. Just don't fly too close to the sun, my dear friend. But I shouldn't worry for you CAN perform magic, as every poem demonstrates ...
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The questions is: Is it better to risk taking flight alone and possibly crash and burn just to have that chance that you might not crash and burn but soar into the sky? The odds for those that did take the chance are not promising--that song "I did it my way" by Sinatra tells it all.
I have attempted flight, crashed and burned and from the ashes taken flight again to only crash and burn again. Now I’m flying and hope to stay aloft for a long time--who knows when we will crash and burn again. Sooner or later we will all crash land to never fly again. So, once you make it and don’t crash work to stay up there.