Butterflies and the bars

I stand with the brighter side, always. When you’re familiar with the possibility that the truth, your own little truth, on which lies your world, can be a lie, a lie that you’d always believed in, always been fooled into, you toy with it; and eventually, you reject it.

I stay not long enough to lose hope,

but I always have lived for it.

I don’t know what’s there so sick

What got into me that took away my rhyme?

I’ll go to lands far away

where she waits for me everyday.

I want to break this cage for once

Dance along and live for once.

Oh! the wind is mine, the sea is mine

But where is my eternity?

I wish I knew how to write

My butterfly, will you die?

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