A play on words and an idea from a famous poem/lyric that I have often enjoyed. |
-The Wheel Breaks The Butterfly- by Keaton Foster Aimlessly living Those of us God's creatures Masterful designs Greatly flawed He is not perfect Such a novice architect Continuously Building His better mouse trap Maybe one day He'll get it all right Then again Maybe he won't Adam and Eve Two of HIS Brilliant mistakes They fell hard at love Along the way down Both of them, took a bite Sin has never tasted so good The serpent was not needed But such a snake Makes any story Far more believable The more insidious The beginning The happier the ending The fall Should only be rivaled By the climb out All of us At one time or another Will stand upon firm ground All of us At one point or another Will soar above the clouds When and why Is not for us to decide Fate and life are intertwined The wheel breaks the butterfly Not my idyllic words Some other poet's rhyme Not precisely quoted Only slightly referenced I can't claim any brilliance And I won't I can only share in it I can only relate it To me, myself, and I And of course all of you There is plenty of truth To be had To feast upon There are those few Pale lies But in the grand scheme They all but disappear Never to be exposed I live here, upon the page I will die in the same place All that I have ever done Has been written out Experiences under the sun Realities under my thumb The ink seems quite fresh The stain of it Is nothing I'll ever regret Long after my mortal death They will live on in jest Some will get the joke Some might even laugh But just a handful Will understand the seriousness To which all poets aspire The wheel breaks the butterfly What does it mean I don't really know But like most things Lived, bled, spelled with a pen What they really mean Is not as important As what the reader Can pull from the phrase That I know it quite well And so did the man Who penned the other version The one that came first The wheel breaks the butterfly For me the interpretation Is that God above Under our sun In our hearts and minds Is he the wheel and we Are the creatures of beauty Spreading our wings Living here within his mistake The one that he built The one that he allowed to happen At any time via his will or might We could be crushed Under the weight of his guile Under the thumb of his guise He will show us what we need to see But such a vision will be at a price One I fear too steep In him we must blindly believe And if we require proof Beyond what we can see Then what we need to believe Will hold little to no value The wheel breaks the butterfly Just as it flies away Or as it lands close Either way the end is the same Either way blind faith is necessary His mistakes along the way Are our lives lived just once... The Wheel Breaks The Butterfly Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |