Butterflies

Butterflies

What you want, and what you get...
Are worlds apart, and yet
some day, the horizon must meet,
And that will be a monumental feat..

Of existence, of tolerance, of strength
Of man, to endure, but one more day
To walk this earth, from length to length,
And make for himself, an undiscovered way

There are dreams unexplained, yet recurring still
Of Gold, and treasures, and a flag on the hill
Of so many roads to walk, yet unknown
of skies, unexplored, not yet flown...

There must come the day, just yonder, it will,
It must, it must, I know it must come soon,
When bugles sound out, the war cry, so shrill
The day when the butterfly, breaks out of the cocoon...