Butterfly

Today is the thought of tale Today again is my cresting tea Times are tin with dims To someone sacrifice Through the trays of test To tickle treatment Tribal trick threaded me From my Troy troubled Heart to hit hard for Topical trophies As I treat my heart to tight My dreams to tooth tight Thoughts with thundering Thick and thicker thoughts I entreat you to treat your Thoughts with good plans To stab to death tin thousands Thoughts of fantastic fantasy I could fly to fry my message But I choose to cheat on confusion That wants to single and win My worth to worthless wits I choose to sit and sit strong Among eminence like the Strength of a strong solid Rock without strucks