I have those nights occasionally.
The nights of overwhelment.
Overwhelming with nonsense worry.
Wish I were a butterfly and could fly away.
Not fly away to get away,
but fly away to do what I'm meant to do.
I'm thankful for my mum...
who reminds that I'm still a catapiller.
My fly away day will come,
but not today.
|"Wish you may, and wish you might...|
|Don't you worry, hang on tight...|
I just have to wait for my day.
To fly away.