A Butterfly
The height of creation
With all of them looking up to you
                         Envying, admiring.
You really are
As free as the wind, you know
You can fly to where you wish to be
Having no obligations,
nothing to tie you down


But they do not see, do they?
They never see,
                           The one,
That always pulls you back;
And you, even knowing
What will become of you when you reach,
You, even knowing,
Keep coming back