If I can show you life in one minute, Will you weep when it has withered? Or like all others take it for granted. Like a butterfly’s dream.
In this life we lead; Delusions, lies are beckoned. The only truth are in the colors. Humans live too long in bland flavours And I have the attention span of only six seconds.
A butterfly’s life is much lovelier by far. It sees the colours of death almost immediately after its first flight. And then it is led to another new beginning, Another delight.
I would that I were a butterfly That I may see the colours of death, Prelude to a new beginning...