- Encased and laced in suffering I See in
and See you
Peering out silently
to see in
and come inside.
You'd pull me right in if you could.
The glass I would smash it
But it's not my right.
Your chosen cacoon is yours to hold.
"Beautiful," you say
"Poor Me" hold tight.
"This is how the world IS, you know", asserting looking for agreement.
And, subconsciously you also say,
"don't change it or I'll have nothing left to hold onto
nor to hold me.
Unstructured I just might fly or do something unexpected with such
freedom from .
I'll be good you see and suffer dutifully as dust made things must.
I don't know how to live otherwise and dare not know otherwise."
The first flight on unfolded wing always takes courage
sigrunz c July 1, 2008