Doctor Lover : Love Doctor

She walks down the street to her own beat

Sweating from the heat

Of the world around her



Wiping the moisture from her face

She comes to a resting place



Looking down

And never around

A monarch enters her view



With an abrupt jump to her feet

She leaves her seat

To chase the butterfly.



Weaving in and out of the crowd

Of voices harshly loud



She halts at the sight

Of the butterfly in flight



It she can no longer grasp

Her body incapable of the task

So she out loud asks,



“Why can’t that be me?”

“Why can’t I be free?”



~Stasia~