Butterflies do not taste of butter And unicorns are not made from corn. Blue bottle flies do not come in a blue bottle And a lady bird is not a bird at all.
But what is in a name anyway? We do not get to choose it. It is forced upon us when we are born. Parents hope their child will be inspired to become something amazing, But we all lose something, when we lose our innocence And we lose as we learn how to listen and to talk.
Some animals, given enough time, will inspire us to give them a name, Befitting their personality. But no child can be given such a privilege, Because of the demands of society.
The instant we are conceived, The arguments of a proper name do begin. If only we were given more time to see the child’s personality, Maybe we would be able to change our reasoning.
But dreams are simply wishes that are too quick to be gone, To ever be fully appreciated. If we took our time during the moment of name-giving, Maybe the idea of what is right, would somehow become shifted.
Patience is a virtue and time is precious; So take your time to see the bigger picture And maybe you could make a difference.