A passing butterfly had caught my glance
I watched it float so free and weightless
I caught the bug and made it my own
I picked out the jar that it would now call home
Once inside it started to change
No longer did it hover with its beauty and grace
It just sat and waited to be free from this place
So I set it free because it should never have been mine
But just as it turned to look at me one last time
That beauty burst into a magnificent flame
The fire that lives inside me is the culprit to blame