I am an enigma that never stops moving
I dare anyone to attempt to catch me
I may light up the sky like a firefly
But I soar like a butterfly just a pretty as you please
Like Peter Pan on his best day
Happy thoughts pumping through his veins
I am unstoppable

                                   Except when they fight...

When she cries
And he throws things
King Kong comes to the suburbs
In the loft upstairs

                    Their voices rise above all of my walls
                    Their anger piercing through any of my defenses

So I sit still
Hoping that the tornado will pass me by
I sit still
Wishing to be a table
Or perhaps that overstuffed chair that nobody likes
Maybe the unsuspecting bedside table that knows all of your secrets but would never tell

                             Maybe if I just sit still for a little while I won't exist...