purpose

A bee doesn’t know work or service,
It just serves it’s purpose.
But do I have a purpose?
Am I any better than a bee?
Can I be something more than me?

You cannot punish tree to grow;
It grows from roots connected to the world.
You cannot stop from burning wings a moth
With a mere persuation and a simple word.

We tell ourselves that we’re the future;
We set ourselves aside from nature.
We used to run with the wolfes
And now our forests live in books.

I keep to tell myself a lie:
I want to pupate like a butterfly
Into something new and better.