Chasing Butterflies

Clearly my mind comes alive when I am supposed to be asleep or maybe it is just sleep depravation that brings crazy thoughts into my head, anyway here is another poem. Let me know what you think.

Chasing Butterflies


You can be anything you want to be
If only that was true
Sadly babies dying in Africa
Are not likely to ever be millionaires in Manhattan
Sadly a person cannot change where they are born
So although we might try and convince ourselves that the above statement is true
You can't always be anything you want to be
As hard as the chicken might try to fly, it has a 99% chance of falling to the ground, flat on its face
And although I might try to tell you that with a little bit of faith and determination you can get anywhere
That isn't true because anywhere, is a long way from here
At least for me the world isn't where I want it to be
But then maybe I am selfish and egotistical
But isn't everybody, isn't that how the western world gained so much control over the globe
From being selfish
Maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic
After all without dreams, faith and determination
There would not have been people like Martin Luther King in this world
Who saw a vision of something better for him and everyone around him and went for it
Now isn't that beautiful
Like a flower just about to bloom, that gives us hope
Hope for change for a better world
Whatever that means to you
For I have a dream
And dreams can only become reality if you chase them
Chase them like day chases night, everlasting, never stopping
Chase after them, because even if you can only grab onto a whisper of what they give you
That is enough to keep you wanting more.
More, More the human nature of greed
The one that leads to need and wants of useless and useful things
The dozen dresses and diamond rings and the cancer cures and those such things.
If it was not for hoes, dreams and maybe a hint of greed, which is not all bad
Then we would have none of this
Isn't it a beautiful thing the complexity that is human life
From the DNA that builds our cells and bodies
to the societies that fuel and sustain our social needs
We are nothing if not strange beings
Full of love and compassion, hatred and rage
Full of paradox and mystery and filled to the brim with potential
Yes, that dreadful word that teachers use when you just aren't quite there yet.
But an incredible word none the less
Describing the point when you stand on the edge of a cliff and think
Do I jump?
Or when you decide a career change at 50, even when you have don't have the money to support it
In those moments and many more, you have potential
You are at the point of change, where just a little bit of extra effort could send you to a future you had always hoped for
So I guess all I am saying is figure out who you are and who you want to be
Because with a lot of faith and determination, maybe, just maybe you can be anything you want to be

Comments

  1. you know i really love the things you write about in your blog and this poem is no exception courtney. how you are able to write this poem all in one go is amazing and i love it. even if you get a little less sleep or haven't started your homework because you were writing down your thoughts, it really is worth it. and i envy you because i need to get back on track and remind myself the reason why i started a blog in the first place - to write down my thoughts and experiences.

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