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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