You make me wish that I could say
That everything could fade away
Into what seemed to be yesterday
I gazed upon the forest floor with my legs and arms slowly disappearing. I looked up at the sky and saw its vast beauty before I left the world.
Easily angered and antagonized
People just being objectified
Nightmares being solidified
A boy sitting upon a stump, leaning over a small pond, pondering about why he yelled at his older sister. He glanced across the lake to see a blue butterfly, tiny and frail, fluttering away; he said his farewell to his sister before getting up and walking the other way.
Oh what a pretty little girl, wandering
Oh what a sorry little boy, wondering
Oh what a blue little butterfly, fluttering
Oh what a sad little tale, dimming...
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