Let go of the noose of being what others need you to be, which makes them feel better about themselves, yet if they were to be open and free to encourage you to nurture your own wings and soar, it would be that other person that would be the closest and most personal, most celebrated audience of you, the butterfly that has flown from the cocoon, that other person would recognize the joy of such seeming sporadic flight but it would be the colors, glistening in the sun over the warm, shining, happy green grass, rising to the blue sky, ignoring any thought of clouds, as, for the butterfly, timing is important, and time is everything. Sure the life of a butterfly is quite short, but to that butterfly, a day is like a lifetime, because it is a full lifetime, and so in the most precious gift that you and I have: TIME ~ Sam Botta Words: “Tell me when the time we had slipped away Tomorrow turned to yesterday And I don’t know how Tell me what can stop this river of tears It’s been building up for years For this moment now Here I stand Arms open wide I’ve held ya close Kept ya safe Till you could fly Tell me where the road ahead is gonna bend And how to harness up the wind And how to say goodbye Tell me why Why does following your dreams Take you far away from me And I knew that it would Tell me how to fill the space you left behind And how to laugh instead of cry And how to say goodbye Here I stand Arms open wide I’ve held ya close Kept ya safe Till you could fly Tell me where the …