Reaching for the rainbow butterflies that aren't there Reaching for the black butterflies that aren't there reaching for the white butterflies reaching for the green butterflies that aren't there
I've lost my mind I'm no longer there I've lost my mind reality seems no where
So many butterflies I reach for them all day long I reach for them all night long I never tire I never tire
My mind is lost I can't find it I can't locate it My mind is gone Where is it? Where is my mind?
Fluttering somewhere with the butterflies lost where the butterflies fly all day and all night long
A very clever poem about madness and the loss of one's mind. I think we all would like to lose our minds once in a wild, just not all the time. And in a way we do with movies, music, TV shows, reading...escaping reality for a spell or two. Impressive and creative poem! I enjoyed.
A very clever poem about madness and the loss of one's mind. I think we all would like to lose our minds once in a wild, just not all the time. And in a way we do with movies, music, TV shows, reading...escaping reality for a spell or two. Impressive and creative poem! I enjoyed.
An awesome poem. Very clever and well done. Love the imagery and the hints at read madness, a beautiful sort of trip down a dark and beautiful road with no fear...yet. Impressive poem.
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