Solitude of The Butterfly
If the happiest life is a busy solitude
Why is my mind on a different latitude
If I trust pure wholesomeness
Why do I taste the rare loneliness
Is it love or
Is it madness
Do I still remember to breathe
Will there be another sun kiss
I have to stop
I have to ponder
Facing the yearning all alone
Feeling the longing deep in my bone
Angels are not coming
Nobody will save you
God whispers
Promise me
John Galt insists
Never live for the sake of another man
I gaze at the night sky in the glow
Counting sea stars from the ebb and flow
I smile back to the flowers on my desk
And set butterflies free at last