The Wheel Breaks The Butterfly

-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.