Saturday, September 26, 2015

Why do we stop chasing butterflies?



Why do we stop chasing butterflies

Why do we not play in the rain

Why do we not smell the green grass in the park

Why do we give up on ourselves

Why, why, why


Why can't we dance like there's no one watching

Why can't we sing out of tune

Why can't we live without food for a day

Why don't we dress up for ourselves

Why do we give up on ourselves

Why, why, why


Why can't we make love the way we loved our first love

Why don't we let ourselves give fully and completely

Why do we allow just our lips to be kissed, why not let our souls be laid upon

Why do we give just our money and our bodies, why not our heart


Why is there manipulation, deceit, and dishonesty

Why is there no simplicity

Why is life so complicated

Why do we search for pleasure in pain, why do we search for victory in defeat

Why do we hold back, why do we give up on ourselves

Why, why, why


Why don't we dive two hundred feet into the sea from a cliff

Why can't we find one quiet place to scream our lungs out

Why are we silent in the most crowded of places

Why can't we really talk when we are alone

Why do we give up on ourselves

Why, why, why


Why don't we ride bicycles with carefree abandon

Letting the autumn winds play with loose hair, the colds freezing our faces, soil staining our dresses

Why can't we fall down, cry, beat the ground and rise back up, giggling meaninglessly

Why can we no longer turn upside down

When exactly do we start giving up on ourselves!


What are we afraid of?

Why can't we just breathe completely again

Why are we afraid of the smoke, pollution, guns, and blood

Why can't we breathe them in fully and let out all our love and kindness instead

Are we afraid we'll lose what we have? Do we fear we will be left with less?


Why can't we be grownups outside but still stay children within.

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