LET GO

Do you ever see a butterfly
Looking at the cocoon behind

Or a fancy fish
Turning away from the estuary

Birds
from captivity they flee
To far-off places little known
Ne'er do they return
Lest they fall
into traps that are torturous caverns
We too could be trapped
By mind's ugly chatter
And living lives that least matter
But we're all the same, if we'd let know
Instinct would then rule the great life show
And then worries be damned
For who you be, its all planned