A butterfly can't be forced out of its cocoon,
A fortnight has to pass before the next full moon, A time and tide that is opportune, Is not one that comes too soon.. So as you wait in the queue, Don't try to push through! Wait, you must, Whether for your order, or for your bus.. Whether to leave, or to be placed, It's futile to race, against time's steady pace.. Wait, let the universe conspire, To give you more than that for what you aspire, Let the moon take its time to wane, Let the caterpillar go through the pain.. There's beauty even in the crescent, And in the cocoon's nectarine scent.. For on the other end is the flipped side of fate, All those things which are worth the wait. It's in the stillness between a trough and crest,
When the ocean puts itself to rest, In the piousness of the pious, In the quietude of the quiet, And yet it craves to be expressed.. Through songs of love and lyrical compositions, Through fairytales and wands of magicians, Through ballroom dances, Glances and advances.. But then again if it is infinite in nature, How can we subject it to legislature? How can we deny the omnipotent, Of the right to choose an instrument? How can love be oppressed, From its freedom to be expressed? So hug a loved one, let the fingers entwine, But do keep in mind, the emotion that's behind.. |
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