Something stirring deeply
Unsure of this real feeling
Beyond any feeling of anxiety
Drifting around each feeling
Believing about what’s meant to be
Universal expectations exist
But something about each of them
Left in the moment of second guesses
Wishing for just a real chance
Anticipating harsh goodbyes
Blasphemous butterflies…
Every thought lingers perpetually
Deep exhales do nothing for me
Mediation is wasted time
Trying to accept different thoughts
These unfounded beliefs aren’t mine
The entirety of my mind against me
Wanting to avoid this energy
Unable to determine its real intent
Surrounded in past mistakes
Fear exaggerating my own eyes
Ungrateful butterflies….
Focus leaves me continually
Unable to track my own progression
Not sure why I am here
Every dream seems to evaporate
Aimlessly looking at clouds
The wind tries to calm me
There has to be a reason for this
Why can’t I have my thoughts back
Swirling madness of nothingness
Controlled by the bonds that tie
Discouraging butterflies…
Concentration evading all of me
What is it that I long to achieve
Cannot remember anything really
Unable to move with certainty
Resembling archaic statues
If my heart did not beat
No one would even hear me
Uneasily accepting mix feelings
Striving to smile at the blessing
Limited by these cries
Hateful butterflies