I was not born a majestic butterfly
blessed almost from birth with his royal colors of entitlement,
corralled into a life of fluttering amid gentle breezes
and sipping nectar from flowers.
No, my lot was to be born a moth
loaded with a faulty wiring
that draws me repeatedly to light bulbs
singing my wings and leaving me
both dazed and befuddled.
This is a cycle that I cannot break
for strong within is this pull to the light;
one that calls me and draws me
to flight against all odds.
Having now questioned the wisdom
of my wayward journey
I now seek a far more distant star;
one that I may never reach
but one that my current quest has well prepared me for
and one in which my highest self will hopefully be found.