Remember those butterflies I told you about
With their rainbow twisted coloured wings half cut out
Well they all went to the land of silent spring
Where the meadows are green and myth is king
Greeted death with a joyful nod
A merciful release of some sort
Now I don't pretend to understand all that
But apparently that's where we're all at
You see, our night is a cloak of darkness with no piercing stars
A reality we so readily accept we forget is ours
Once in a while a shooting star appear
We marvelled its beauty knowing it will end in tragedy
Hoping for some sounds resembling of a voice
When we can only get a growl so hoarse, we can't recognise
Maybe I, you or we just decadent
So insensitive of any incandescence
Let's go sneak to the garden of eden
Have a bite and taste of the forbidden
If a rotten apple is all we need to conquer the earth
Surely we can create our own holly birth
Too dumb to lead, too dumb to follow
Is this life of mine that is so shallow
Remember the butterflies I told you about
Yes I am of those, please help me out
(Yusuf Arifin 08092012)
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