Oh, look! Her eyes are as blue as the sea,
And her lips as pink as a rose,
The innocent smile unknown of their words,
To what they say, with a peck on her nose.
The tiny legs begin to step ahead,
They say she’ll grow as high as the sky,
The little barely holds to her mother’s waist,
And wonders how she could grow that high.
Time passed away like night and day,
They said she’ll whisk hearts away,
Like the lotus takes the buzz’s soul,
She wonders why they always compare.
She becomes a girl, a lady and a woman,
She learns to speak in metaphors and poetry,
How love is compared to the sea and oceans,
And the tears that dry on her cheeks.
There’s more to learn in life she says,
There’s hatred that clutters in filthy memory,
There’s also hope that rises with every ray,
And also the burden of scars to carry.
People see the world as a piece of metaphor,
Every spirit she sees compared to life,
But she has no time to sing the ridicules,
‘Cause she has the work of matador.
They say life is undulating like mountains,
Like swing goes up and comes down too,
To every beginning, there’s an ending,
And that’s how life sails through.
And now she lays on her mundane bed,
As soft as snow and warm as the sun,
She closes her eyes and smiles in gay,
Thinking of all the things she heard that were said.
And she sigh at how people never noticed
That life is what is a metaphor.
-MK
