Escape from a Rose-Tinted World

Escape from a Rose Tinted
World

A lonely butterfly flies from
the meadow

And I feel my spirit soaring
with it

The sky paints violet pyre

I ran hard through the
dandelions

Laughing on a one way street

No signs for a non existent destination

Why am I running?

I slow my pace and gaze
through rose tinted glass

Cracks form and I am forced
to toss it to a golden wind

My legs stop working

My eyes finally open

The butterfly rests on a
dried leaf

I want to touch it, but I won’t

Nature should never be
touched by the hand of man

It flies away

And I am glad

Another free spirit never to
be trapped to conformity

I wish to fly away with it

I want to fly

To stretch my dusty wings
towards the moon lit sky and soar

Feathers float softly to the
ground

My feet no longer mar the
earth

All I had to do was wish it

It appears

And I grasped it

A lonely sky I greet as I
touch the moon

The chains disappear

It only takes a moment

The feeling is worth
infinitely more