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A fool had once

told me,

that you cannot carry the weight

of the world

for you, are just a man

but neither did any mortal man, ever see

a butterfly

that lifted a mountain, and flew away

with it.

I know this to be true, because i was

that butterfly

and yes, I most assuredly

flew away with it.

It was a great feat. I still have it.

But no one ever saw, all the times i

dropped it

on my toe, along the way

and i try not to mention

that part,

in the telling of my tale.

O' little butterfly, you are not meant to tarry

over the air

with a big stone, the size of a mountain.

It was fine advice

but alas,

it wasn’t for me

and though, I dropped it on my toe

more times

than ever i could count, i did not listen

For i had my own ideas, nor could i

be dissuaded.

i just picked up that mountain, again and again

and again

and began to fly, best I could

Because that was my intention. My whole intention.

But what most mortals

forget,

is that a determined soul

is bigger,

than any pair of wings

and that the sum total of any

endeavor,

is no match, for a full volition.

So i made my mind up, and i made

my mind,

light with dreams

and the dreams i bore, gave me fortitude

and therefore,

nothing was impossible

and though, my wings were thin

i rode

the eddies, of my perfected thoughts

high above the earth

way way, up there – where dreams

prosper

and hearts, accomplish acrobatic feats

amid the clouds.

But at heart, i found no thrill

being

an acrobatic, mountain bearing butterfly.

So i made my glide, toward simpler pleasures

where i began

to untangle, the lighter joys

of earth

Flying around with a mountain

on you back

is a burden, afterall.

Especially, when people begin to expect it

of you.

So i turned my attention

elsewhere,

to make new discoveries.

Discovering little pockets of happiness

along the way,

till i approached the next place

to rest my head.

Constantly searching, the quiet corners

of nowhere

to rest my wings, and rest my weary head

of prying eyes.

Always welcoming, a fellow dreamer

to my bed,

to rest alongside

of me.

And this too, became a fine pleasure.

One, to which I owed

no debt.

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