Butterflies

I haven't written in quite some time. I lacked the drive. Someone told me to write again. I am making that person the drive.

Life in general is pretty tiring

With problems, assignments and deadlines

Every night you end up perspiring

Still entangled within the same endless vines

While you work, and while you toil

Carelessly you stumble on someone else

Someone who sprout from the same soil

On the beach, collecting the same shells

Life in general is then pretty nice

Every morning you wake up with sunshine

Exploring all the virtue and vice

Utilising all the energy that you can mine

This person it seems was sent from heaven

Who never agrees and always sees

YOU, as you were since you were seven

Who always criticises the colour of your tees

Life in general blossoms in the spring

All your ideas now become possible whims

With that person, even you sprout a wing

Dive off the cliff just to see how the One swims

You make it a point to talk every moment

And the ones you dont is spent in thought

You let yourself be carried by the torrent

Never thinking twice whether you ought

Life in general isnt pretty fair

One day its time for the One to go

Somewhere you cant display your flair

And there isnt a boat you can row

Then the small things matter, then they become big

And all the thoughts and emotions reverb

Cause you cannot ever snap off this twig

The One lives in your city, in the farthest suburb

Life in general now becomes a quest

A means by which you shall reach the end

And the roads might not be to your taste

Yet you're sure you will not bend

When promise and opportunity both together

Strike at the same time on your door

You know you will brave any weather

To be with the One always, to settle the score