Butterfly

I live as a butterfly Going about in my environment Spreading happiness and infectious smiles Where I can And being uncaring about everything else; The whims of the weather, The potency of flowers, The raging flow of river waters, And even the songs of angelic muses! Why, my carefreeness has a level which Has never been reached before I shall become a pupa The day I shall be mystery And my body shall be corpse I shall then bask in the juices of this mystery To become, Once more, A caterpillar Bestowed with colors I will choose not Inheriting the traits of a species that I will choose not And programmed to live as the mystery will want me to The cyclical flux of existence is beautiful Just like a playlist that has been set on loop But with the ending that never seems to come to a close As new songs keep getting played, Giving the impression that, like the universe, The playlist keeps getting larger and larger still! In this game of existential consciousness, Why should I worry about the processes? If I am a child of this subtle mystery Should I not just blindly trust it And keep my soul receptive To what it would deem be best for me?