A bubbly little butterfly deciding to come along
Flapping its wings black n blue
Teasingly lets its gaze fall upon
When I do not turn my eyes off the moving road
Back at home the unchanged news board
After years of dull pain is all that was left
The news excited no more
There are good times and then there are bad times
All pass;
Until a butterfly sits on the moving glass
Coming along when I try to get it inside
It must be gone, addiction to life is never over
The fantasies remain unreal enjoyment,
And I know there is no way
But really is there no way
There must be for all the rush
Rejection of all paths but one,
Dark all around and lighted in.
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