A butterfly,
a notion on the wall
One, two, three, four
May you come out of hiding
Perhaps not today, perhaps not even tomorrow
From the hours and hours spent helping ones who
You deem to help
The time in between is yours and yours to play
So the butterfly can freely escape
The moment's dull face and replay all over
Again when in between comes too soon
I wish for you and your butterfly
To unite for one last time
Calm your stare and soften your grip
You are entirely bound to it and it to you
Give in now
A butterfly, a thought to achieve
A life to live and to proceed
The soft rattling below your feet
Is a mere beginning
Two wings, one moment, two ways to go
A butterfly.
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