Butterflies With Time

The trees turning back to green, Ghouls and ghosts become more real with each Halloween. I sit down by a tree, and i relax and think, about life, about me. And this is where i had my epiphany. Everything changes, in each second we live. Becoming harsher, meaner, funner, more grown-up. Some of us lose our imaginations. The kids at heart, like a ghost in the fog, are never going to be found. I look up at the sky. I look up and sigh. I have changed, many a time. From happy, to sad, suicidal, and mad. To finally halfway numb. He had changed, he had lied. A hundred dead butterflies, once so beautiful this tragedy. A life filled with hypocrisy. The trees now burn with gold, And i am fourteen now, This world i see with childish, teenaged eyes. Seems horrible at a glances first meet. But then I see a butterfly, and i smile, a tear gleaming in my eye.