Catching life

She is trying to catch up with life,

there is so much she missed.

Now she wants it all back,

she has so much less time now.

All that time wasted, not by choice,

one day it was gone, missing in inaction.

Catching life, like catching butterflies,

she mustn't try too hard,

she'll miss so much on the way,

she'll go blind to all but butterflies.

She will get there in the end,

maybe one day it will come to her.

No coaxing needed, no running,

no traps and no butterfly nets.

Maybe it is prettier as it is,

uncaught, untamed, flying around,

wreck havoc, chaos and destruction,

yet so dazzling in it's glory.

She will never get back,

what was so carelessly wasted.

Having learned her lesson,

she will ignore the butterfly.

Instead she will follow it's lead,

and take time to see where it takes her.

Shinemyrtle