Chrysalis

Page of creatures, you’re a piece of art
shaped and formed every day from the start
Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature’s hands and heart
Composed, designed, embraced, conceived
and from the safety of our chrysalis; depart.

Page of creatures, you’re a piece of art.

You are unique, no less, -a treasure.
The prodigy of a proud mother earth
Live, enjoy the thrill, the pleasure
of yet a chance; another rebirth.

We’re pieces of a clockwork
a heart, a brain and able hands
cooperate where dangers lurk,
together we shall stand.
Healing eachother’s wounds,
sharing blood and water.
Bury us in common tombs
together with our fathers.

Perceived, perfected piece by piece
straight from Nature’s hands and heart.

I stare above and I feel the fourth dimension
tugging my soul and begs me to try.
So I stretch up my arms and close my eyes,
break out of my shell and I fly.

Tiny lives and tiny deaths
beneath the sun and moon.
Ovate ourselves in every breath
with candles and perfumes.

We’re orphan siamese siblings
fighting our only destiny.
With ancient wisdom’s scribblings
fighting back the anarchy.

Painting by numbers the, world turns again
a cycle repeated the, story the same.
Chaos took over now order is regained
and a perfect sculpture is all that remains.