Come along now Butterfly
Death comes in a flash
Speak your colors and expressions
Nurture our season with
Shared Intuition
Tell me, how High can I fly?
Can I fight for what’s right
When I don’t know what right is?
Or stay committed to a path
That will never gratify me?
Can I balance one foot on pain
And the other on lack of pleasure?
Can I transcend my bitterness
On descent into despair?
Can I tell what my future will be
Without knowing my true identity?
Can I survive on the mirage
That guarantees no water?
Come along now Butterfly
Life comes in a flash
To silence your colors and expressions
Nurture your season with
Silent Intuition
Tell me, how High will you fly?


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