Rainbows, Butterflies, and Compromise.

Unfortunately, I was too late to post this on My Life According To That Pen Over There, so I'll leave it here...

To see a rainbow yawn across the sky

First you must let your pristine tears

Shiver down your cheek and splatter,

And leave your sadness out to dry


To grow your wings, a butterfly

You must let go of your parasitic past;

Wrap yourself in positive thinking

And let the caterpillar die.


To access the vivacity which underlies

Your woes, first you learn to understand

That your days will never go as planned

And always, must you realise


To conquer, you must compromise.

The End

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