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...