We are butterfly people
Waiting on the wings of time
Hanging on a blade of grass
As our feet grip the slender sides
Of the shifting winsome flow
Our wings of infinite colors
Rainbows of neon shades of pastels
Riding on the breeze
Lifted over fences
Drifting between buildings
Dangling in the sky
Fractal images shapeshift
Whole civilizations
Meander on the pages of wings
You got the warrantee when you bought the car
But you didn’t realize the true price
Blink and you will miss me
Smile into your mirror and you give the kiss
That sends me reeling
Blink and you will miss me
my wings of infinite colors
Rainbows of neon shades of pastels
Riding on the breeze
We are butterfly people
Waiting on the wings of time
Hanging on a blade of grass
