37 Choice

A butterfly flying free,
A bee working earnestly.
Both share the same sky,
Yet for different reasons they fly.

One flies for itself,
Another for another.

As these two wander,
In my mind I ponder.
Who would I want to be?
Do I want to work or be flying free?

As I trace back to the roots,
I found the answer to this.
The problem is simple.
Yet the reasons are even more so.

To be with another person,
Is quite a heavy burden.
But flying alone,
Is quite a sorrow.

Then I ponder,
and continued to wonder,
Which of the two feels more joy?
Which of the two is more pitiful?

The prospect of flying free is appealing.
So is the thought of having another.
Yet I can't really decide.
My heart swaying to either side.

Left, right, left, right.
Steps neither heavy nor light.
Its sounds fading into the distance,
Echoing its elegance.

Every single step has a meaning.
A reason for moving.
Every single pause.
Has its own cause.

Now I ask that you ponder,
Imagine and wonder.
What is it that I would ask?
Isn't this a simple task?