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?
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