Purple Butterfly
I started off indifferent, indeed
i was very small.
i would walk very slow, couldn't keep
up with someone's flow, i was
very troublesome and i was very low,
to low to touch the clouds.
i would eat my greens and keep up
a good physical balance,
i dreamed that one day, i'll grow big.
i'll be beautiful and i'll be noticed.
one day, i dream i can soar in the sky,
then i would be so close the clouds,
i wouldn't be so far.
i had dreams, i had them big.
i was imprisoned, for many days,
or was it weeks?--
i felt my dreams disappearing, as i went
into eternal sleep.
The sunlight shined on me,
as i opened my eyes. i was upside down,
there was a crack of light, from the prison
cell i was in, i crawled my way through,
and i was free, i then spread my wings
and soared up high, so close and touched
the sky, i lived my dream.
this was reality; my wings painted purple,
pink and black, i felt colorful, and reckless.
purple butterfly, sweet and free,
purple butterfly with
big dreams.
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