• He thought he saw a butterfly,
    But he found there was none there,
    Except the sound of the wind blowing,
    Tieing knots made out of hair.
    If the butterfly was not real, can anything else be true?
    This child is confused.
    He knows not what to do.
    He scolds his mind for lying, for not showing reality,
    He wont succumb to blindness!
    weakness!
    Or insanity!
    But alas he is defeated, and as his mind caved in,
    a single tear escaped him, and beaded on his chin.
    And as his tear escaped, his body felt release,
    the light at the end of the tunnel.
    His soul, it had found peace.