Chasing Butterflies

How does one let go of the child,
And grow up
How does one move on
From unfinished feelings
Where does an old life take the soul,
And how can it start anew.

Constantly going from one being to another
No breaks, no thoughts, just flight
Running towards one dream
But never catching
Never understanding
Missing the details and never seeing it for what it is.

A fleeting fantasy
Delicate and beautiful,
Mysteriously enticing;
Failing in its capture.

It’s time to take a step back
To examine the shattered heart
Patch it up
Save it from breaking entirely.

It’s time to stop chasing.