People throw words left and right,
As if they are things you can pick back up and hide.
Empty promises - drifting in their dust,
Look around - we drown in lust.

What's right or wrong? What's true, where's a lie?
From caterpillar you'll turn into a butterfly.
All your problems ain't real,
Tell me what you truly feel.

Bright colors of your clothes - have no appeal.
High shoes, high mind - spinning your brain's clock-wheel.
Springs and bells, balances and dial pans
Will go out of order, out of fans.

Your words will fly away, like flock of birds,
They won't return in spring, won't come back in colossal herds.
Think twice what you let go and say,
You may not have another brighter day.