the butterfly flew and flew and flew
from flower to flower it grew and grew
it's wings improved and it's body extended
but after each flower his joy has faded
he has gone from a flower to flower
tried to recapture the sense
of the first time he felt the joy of power
the power to not know a flower's taste
the butterfly knew that his happiness is gone
he wanted to get his lousy life done
but the saddest part of the story is
that life are still in him
he is flying and praying to the past and the dreams.
in the days he was weak and couldn't taste a flower
his only wish was to taste only one
but now he knows that it started decay
because after the first taste you lose all the fun