Pink Spider

You thought your small world is everything
Wounding anything which approaches you,
You thought the sky is square

"This is my limit, I cannot expect more from me."

You said... That's also a lie...
Your garish markings looked so sad
A bird of paradise uncommonly spoke to you

"Get some butterfly's wings and come here.
Over there you can do what you want."

Pink Spider, "I want to go"
Pink Spider, "I want wings..."

Ignoring the trapped butterflies plea for life,
You stare at the sky

"I hurt you not because I hate you,
But because I don't have wings, and that sky is too high..."

"Go ahead and use my wings, spider.
You who are yet to know the pain of keep flying will realize someday
That you have been only flying within someone's hand,
And that you have called it freedom..."


Unable to fly properly with the borrowed wings,
You fall toward the ground, headfirst

Pink Spider, "I'm messed up."
Pink Spider, "Though I can see the sky..."
Pink

Music, Reading, Collecting minerals