Morphing slightly
Into a butterfly.
The colors change
Into a beautiful creation.
I want to be that creature.
I want to change.
I want to be beautiful,
Happy with a raindrop
On a leaf.
Like a child,
Devoid of self-consciousness,
Wanting to play again,
Laugh loudly,
Run without care,
Giggle at everything,
Kick and bounce,
Enjoy a sprinkler in the front yard,
Or pretend.
Maybe when I’m older,
I won’t care what people think,
I will find my own way again
To be myself.
I will be able to have visions,
Enjoy the little things,
Relax without worry,
Not take myself too seriously.
Life is funny,
How we move in circles,
But there I go again.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 