10 January 2013
Caught on the wing of a butterfly. I can't help but watch the world go by. And as I look up at the dreamy sky, I think of how lucky, and wonder why. What is my purpose on earth, here? To merely watch for a blink and then disappear? Surely my energy, is just a mere tear, Upon the worlds capabilities and its sheer. But I've been given life and I'll spend it well. At least that's what I hope but without purpose i cannot tell. And one day when I'm old and become just a shell... I'll hope my blink was worth while, and to the ground I will dwell.
©Odd 10/01/13
Blink • Opuss № I