There is a question we are all asked





















Innocent, but increasingly
























Important

It is fastened to my mind























Festering






























Fervent




























Longing for the answer

Until then,

































I am tethered,






























oppressed by the blank line


























of this question

































Truth is,

































I don’t understand

Individuals who are already on the

























clear highway





























While I wander through the fog






















Searching

How can you dedicate your


























life
































to one job?

I imagine a perpetual cycle of

























repeat, rewind, replay



























Like an old gramophone

























Destined to play the same tune
























But nothing more

A job may be worse than school
























Ironic, isn’t it?




























School is a regime




























Learn this, learn that



























Pass tests, earn grades
























Graduate.

Wait.

What now?

Life slows down...



























Lagging, like a butterfly

























emerging from her chrysalis
























facing a wide,





wide











world.
For now,
































it treads the air current



























with a choice to make

Go with the flow




























or

































Carve your own path?

Let me float for a bit




























and think






























Because I don’t want to be

























what other people tell me




I wish to flee,































to be free of this hindrance
















































and find my purpose

How I fit into the


























puzzleboard of this world.

Then I can finally
take to the sky

And with each butterfly wingbeat
setting off a force which affects
you and I.