• when life is the big, wide world,
    and you dream to touch the sky,
    you are just one of many,
    a single butterfly.

    beginning young and full of faith,
    you inch your way around,
    so small; just a caterpillar,
    restricted to the ground.

    you take in your surroundings,
    before hiding within your shell,
    when all at once you return to life,
    to drink from nature's well.

    such energy floats within you,
    potential left untamed,
    you are a free and curious beast,
    yet to be caught and named.

    to soar, to fly,
    without a care,
    not to be up here,
    seems so unfair.

    amidst your bliss,
    you hit the wall,
    the edge of your dreams,
    disappears as you fall.

    wings broken you struggle to move,
    what happened to the beauty of breathing,
    struck down,
    by some creature seething.

    slowly you become one with the dust,
    your existence goes unmissed,
    because like so many other butterflies,
    the sky you almost kissed.

    you touched the edge of life itself,
    before crashing to defeat,
    and now you'll simply fade away,
    in a vanishing trace of heat.