Walking with a needle stinging my back
A distant pain
Like being under a glinting moon covered by clouds
When even the light feels black
And fire cold with rain
As shadows and sun both enshroud
Butterfly flying with multicolored wings
Always shifting
Ruled by no consistency, only by chaos
The slightest actions changing everything
Simplicity fading
Into a web of gain and loss
Fate has opened the door and set me free into a cage
Growing, not with age
New confidence ripe and fear\'s weeds return
Time a gatekeeper for every time I enter without having left
Just left bereft
A broken raft in a stormy sea where peace and war can\'t be discerned