The Butterfly That Dies

The butterfly that dies

seems to amplify the

daily grind of what we

can do to ourselves.

When life needs to clarify

what we understand from

this lullaby that keeps on

singing us to our sleep.

We all need to simplify

what we can get done

in order to survive in

this unforgiving world.

Fading away like the clouds

that seem to be like the

crowds that are in a shroud

of eternal darkness that will

never escape from the simple dreams.

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