Passing time

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Once, twice, thrice,
you tried,
for they tell you,
again, almost repeatedly,”open your eyes, boy, open your eyes. come and see the world,”
and you tried.

Once,
you ran with a camera in hand,
fingers gripping onto its body tightly,
so tightly your knuckles turned ghostly white,
afraid of letting go, of being left out,
so you chased the small butterfly,
and trapped it,
oh dear, wasn’t it trapped,
at your corner,
but it flew and left,
you flunked sadly.

People grew,
you grew,
“no, not really. I still chase butterflies,”
you put a smile upon your face,
and tried again,
this time with more determination,
camera in hand and heart powerfully encouraged,
you chased it again,
but you didn’t trapped it,
“not this time,”
you said.

“The slightest thing in life, even at its tiniest form,”
you started,
“no matter how small it is, you cannot trap it,”
you concluded,
“you do not trap things. you see them and you learn–”
“but no, you do not trap. it’s wrong.”

Like a little boy you once knew,
you dared yourself to take another chance,
you ran alongside the tiny, tiny butterfly,
viewfinder against your black orb,
and run, run, run with the wind–
“off I go!”

Once, twice, thrice,
you tried,
for they tell you,
again, almost repeatedly,”open your eyes, boy, open your eyes. come and see the world,”
and you did.

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