I threw my arms in the air, and here I caught the wind
For a moment the world stood still in my palms
Who would have known
The illusion would have been gone so soon
My conclusion; a delusion had been splattered on my canvas
Still I applaud my artwork
With conscience to question my art’s worth
I threw my arms in the air and grasp onto a butterfly
One that seemingly told no lie
I held on tightly, not wanting it to escape
And not before long I hurt myself
Ignoring circumstance and weakening my health
Had I only known to accept my fear
Afraid of losing something
That all along wasn’t there