depths of change

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just different

Ah, 
here we go again 
my wayward friends 
but for the depths of gloom 
newly emerged, from our cocoons 
we rise as butterflies, take flight 
find flowers and sweet nectars, we taste 
and in our haste forget to hold on tight 
the wind carries us far away through space 
when we upon our broken hearts alight 
we find a high place where we rail 
against our misfortunes ...place... 
feign innocence on why we've failed 
to turn our wrongs to right 
saved by a whispy dream 
which for a promise of heaven 
we might for all forsake 
for but a kiss of life 
somehow, 
losing its true meaning * 
suddenly 
to find we've 
been plucked off 
by a bird, 
good word! 
can this get worse 
...this bites...

*the lesson lost 
we quickly fade from sight 
a forlorn tale of love and loss 
lost in a fog, dark and alone 
wailing, like foghorns in the night 
sort of like a grasshopper 
...helpless, doomed... 
impaled on a thorn 
stuck there 
by a shrike

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