The World You Now Control

by

Chris Lahren

do we just concede and take our turns to die?
or do we drink it all off our minds?
we could run home and cry,
or take down all your internal statues
and become the figure that you really are.

on this day it’s raining,
inside your eyes it’s raining...
you miss the sunshine and the laughter,
the eyes form punctuated sadness
while you try to make it all the way...
the way you felt as an innocent child,
full of discovery and exhibition.

a new union signifies the end of the pain,
and where it ends is where you find yourself...
the time you’re most happy and expressive.

but the walls have packed it all inside,
somewhere the magic breathes
like the roots of newly felled timber
continued growth beneath the world.

I like the butterfly to signify our colors,
the colors that come through following enclosure.
intense beauty unwrapped from the magic of time,
to be the full body that is meant for exposure.

molded and fed your mystery beads,
you are encased in pain that will make you.
the unjust cruelty of erroneous decisions,
the struggles that make you feel all alone...
they will make you.

and as soon as you break free,
as soon as your world seems to be crumbling...
a new soul will emerge that’s stronger than tempered steel.
it will make you fly,
like a butterfly,
to the world you now control.

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