The world turns quickly yet,
Steadies slow to change.
The years caress me with simplicity
And, repetition is found easier than before
I walk the same as everyone else
Maybe with a stutter here and there
But I live my live
That’s all I really wanted
But the pain of loss strips this from me
The hairs on my head
They fall the same as always
Though I am not the same
I am a monarch butterfly
Wings beautiful as ever
But, my wings are tampered with
They’ve been corrupted by the wax of the world
I cannot fly with the sorrow I hold
All I ever wanted, and everything the same
Is all I can’t grasp
So I’ll walk along the sidewalk
Until the wax on my wings
Clears away
And then maybe I’ll fly again
And when I do, the old wind I remember
Maybe it’ll greet me again
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