Monday, April 8, 2013

The Silent Song

The Silent Song          I listen to myself, and I prate of myself And what I hear you sh any hear; Hear my silence, and enjoy my noise.

(5 seconds silence) I have it off more now than I knew then.

I was the quat Inching along¦ alone.

The human being surrounding me ? Trying to pull me in: (2 seconds silence) The roll out whispers into my heart.

These whispers are all lies ? So now I know.

I listened to those lies; I fell for those lies; The world pulled me in ? And now, and now, Im scratchy.

(3 seconds silence) My pussyfoot began to slow.

My days became as night And my nights stayed as night.

Does the sun non shine on those who do wrong? (2 seconds silence) Finally, my crawl became too much And I gave up.

I stopped living; I stopped twirling around branches; I stopped eating the palatable leaves; I just stopped being.

(6 seconds silence) The rain began to fall And I knew I couldnt drown myself from water So I began to inclose myself.

At the time I was sealing my casket ? stop my struggle ? drowning from purviews.

That was only the beginning, little did I know! (2 seconds silence) I stayed in my shell; Miserably content with my spotted fate.

I just wanted to sleep my sorrows away And I did.

(3 seconds silence) A short eternity later I awoke.

I had the null to playact, and non the heart to do so.

I did move ? Out of fear of what else would be whispered about me.

rase caterpillars contribute see the twine when it whispers ? The wind may not know, but the caterpillar sees.

(2 seconds silence) These whispers broke my heart.

I hated the wind.

The exasperation inside me grew and grew So I stretched out of my shell ? And the wind hushed around me.

The thunderous silence hurt my ears.

The toss was shinning on my.

The trees were growing towards me.

The animals were flocking to me.

The clouds were h overing over me.

I felt the eye of the earth upon me.

ME.

(No silence) Should I tell the truth to end this dismay? Should I go back into my shell? Should I trade my spots? Should I turn away? Yes. Turn the cheek.

The world will not pull me down.

Newton was wrong! I will not be held down.

(No silence) I turned.

But as I turned, I caught the glimpse of a beautiful spotted wing.

But it disappeared.

I turned again to see it.

But again it disappeared.

I felt as if I were spin around in circles.

The wind caught me and whirled me over to the bank; I thought I was facing the death penalty for my sins, But kinda the wind placed me gently on the bank.

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I leaned over to look at the glistening water, But all I saw was the reflection of a beautiful butterfly.

Deep purpurate in color With bright yellow spots.

I was in awe.

I just gazed into the reflection Seeing an odd long-familiar ness in the butterflys face.

Then chills ran down my slinky spine As I realized it was me.

(6 seconds silence) I forgave myself then for my glorious spots ? The ones that caused me so much grief.

Without those spots I would have been a regular butterfly Un sure of what could happen; Unaware of the changes that can take place; Unaware of the friends that arent loyal; And unaware of how well-fixed it is to loose yourself.

I would have been just like them all ? Just the same as everyone else.

But no, not me, Im not! Im stronger now than the wind.

I use the gentle breezes of the wind to promote me in flight.

And I use the harsh whirlwinds to warn me of dangers.

Im aware of what is out there against me.

I know my friends and I know my foes.

But mostly, I know myself.

(7 seconds silence) Thank you for hurting me wind ? Youve taught me a great lesson.

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