Oct 2021
When I was younger I knew the world held the answers
Now that I'm older I understand life holds it all
To train your mind is to build your wolrd but how old should I be when I do it?
Before I was too young
When would I be too old
They say there's nothing really to it
The most powerful question to ask oneself is
'Where is my mind?'
A consistent thought
A power given
The tool simply being time
I thought it was your job to give me butterflies
Turns out the job is mind
To sincerely appreciate
To gratify and praise
The tool simply being time
To my friend, my strength
To my lover, my weakness
I commit to our butterfly garden
I'll train myself to love
That complex paradox
Yes my love, it is time
While my innocence grows thin
My heart grows strong
And my love, our love grows deep
Now time being the tool
I'll carve your name on my heart,
like you did when we first met
Touching my heart like there was nothing surrounding it
No bone nor muscle nor flesh
Now that puppies have gone
And taken their love
And life hits in ways innocent minds don't mix
To have impure intensions
In pure situations
What a fool
What a shame on me
Thought that was my fall
Thought I was stronger than thee
But atlast when the tool had completed it's task
I learn time is always on time
It was your butterfly
Our butterflies that saved me, us
When it spoke and asked 'where is your mind?'
Now that I'm older I understand life holds it all
To train your mind is to build your wolrd but how old should I be when I do it?
Before I was too young
When would I be too old
They say there's nothing really to it
The most powerful question to ask oneself is
'Where is my mind?'
A consistent thought
A power given
The tool simply being time
I thought it was your job to give me butterflies
Turns out the job is mind
To sincerely appreciate
To gratify and praise
The tool simply being time
To my friend, my strength
To my lover, my weakness
I commit to our butterfly garden
I'll train myself to love
That complex paradox
Yes my love, it is time
While my innocence grows thin
My heart grows strong
And my love, our love grows deep
Now time being the tool
I'll carve your name on my heart,
like you did when we first met
Touching my heart like there was nothing surrounding it
No bone nor muscle nor flesh
Now that puppies have gone
And taken their love
And life hits in ways innocent minds don't mix
To have impure intensions
In pure situations
What a fool
What a shame on me
Thought that was my fall
Thought I was stronger than thee
But atlast when the tool had completed it's task
I learn time is always on time
It was your butterfly
Our butterflies that saved me, us
When it spoke and asked 'where is your mind?'
This poem describes a young girl transitioning from innocence and experiencing puppy love, to growing up and realizing that love is complex. She's now in a committed relationship and finds herself losing butterflies from her lover. Same time another starts giving her butterflies but she refuses to accept that way of life or love. Loyalty is important to her. She then discovers that her getting butterflies weren't because of her lover but rather because of her appreciating her lover and truly valuing his heart.
She ends up realizing that her mind is the key to being loyal, she can't think negatively about another, she simply only has to think about her lover and appreciate the long lasting and strong life they've built.
She ends up realizing that her mind is the key to being loyal, she can't think negatively about another, she simply only has to think about her lover and appreciate the long lasting and strong life they've built.
