Butterflies
Don’t float around
Saying “Look at me!”
Or hope to be found.
They don’t ask for attention
Or to be admired
They won’t seek recognition
Or beg for your desire.

Their patterns stand out
Their colors shine bright
And without even trying
Their wings catch our eyes.
But it doesn’t matter
If we’re here or gone
Or if their beauty is noticed,
They’ll fly on.

I won’t ask
Won’t beg, won’t seek
Anyone to
Admire me.
My colors will shine
Even if they’re not awed
So despite recognition
I’ll fly on.

I see you looking,
I see you staring,
I see you glaring,
I see you guessing.

Can you see me standing?
Can you see me sitting?
Can you see me smiling?
Can you see me crying?

Do I look like I'm begging?
Do I look like I'm asking?

For what?

Do I look like I'm suffering?
Do I look like I'm dying?

From what?

Can you turn it down,
My sight is turning deaf,
The sharpness echoing through town.
I can see you churn theft.

I can't deny,
Because there is a lie,
Then the other is dry,
A truth that cannot die.

White.
All white.
The ground, the sky.
Late.
Too late?
To ask myself why.

In the blink of an eye, you start to wonder
When did it all begin?
Why did it all happen?
Will it ever stop?

Every story ends with “happily ever after”
But only to one point
Because you can’t be happy forever
No one can ever be

So take a look around
If you’re happy, you will never blick
If you’re lucky, you will never ask
If you still don’t know, I’ll spell it for you
You’re better off dead and not alive

So with time passing by, approaching Death
Don’t you want to end it sooner?
I do
I want stop right here
I want stay here frozen in time
Or not be here at all