Little Butterfly Where are You

Sometimes, I am in conflict with myself

As if there is a person within me,

An entity residing in this bag of flesh

Which seeks to get out, and explore the world

Free to be curious and make mistakes

This little thing has often taken me by the hand

And shown me the way to the magic in this life

Through the lanes of my city

And through the maze of my psyche

This child has much more Wisdom than my conceited self will ever have

But I am fearful

I fear that I will lose control

And plummet into darkness if I release this little butterfly

Dance with me little butterfly, listen to the violin

I wish to be your friend

But sometimes, quite often actually, maybe always

I am ignorant of your beauty, and see through eyes of vanity

But, I know you are there, your cocoon is meant to break soon

And a melody will be sung when the time comes