Living in the future — stuck in the past
Ever pining on goals.
The thoughts on aspirations; cheers to self
Where relationships die cold.
The handsome butterfly flutters by.
My mind contemplates life, home to buy
Travel to experience, cuisines to try.But puzzling questions to increase income
The responsibilities ignore the majestic flight.
Wings sparkled emerald aquamarine, dancing in the spotlight.
Actively soul searching,
Inward lurking for answers
to unfold from seasons past.
Mental vision blurred,
physical, blinded by sunglasses.
The blanket of flowers summoned and cushioned the nectar taster.
“I’m hungry.”
The hot dog vendor triggered stomach growls.
Beads of sweat run away from the sun’s rays,
down my frown lines.
Mr. Butterfly surfs the waves of the wind.
Tree leaves play tag at my feet.
“Maybe I’ll make lasagna, but
I have to work out tonight.”
Wooden benches stretch for miles.
As chirping birds flew over crowded heads,
The Cumulonimbus clouds roll up in the sky.
A sign to take my leave.
Trusted gadget in hand
Attention turns from inner
turmoil to virtual noise.
He perched himself on the screen.
“Oh wow, what a beautiful butterfly,”
Within seconds,
It was gone,
And the rain came.
Originally submitted to “Write Under the Moon” publication on Medium.
Until next time — Keep working towards your dreams.