Life Is What We Make Of It - for Kenna R
As we sit here watching the world go by,
Desperately, we all long to be free.
We see everything and long for the sky.
We just want to fly away and live in the trees.
But she keeps us trapped here, by her side,
Never to experience life on our own.
We are doomed to follow her every stride.
But, at least, we’ll never be alone.
At times, she covers us and hides us in the dark,
But that does keep us warm when it’s cold.
We long for the light and the life of a monarch,
And our story may still, someday, unfold.
We should just be content on being what we are,
Beautiful things for others to admire.
Although, nearby, there may be a few scars,
As tattoos, someone may see us and be inspired.
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