What is life?
Although I know I’m dead I have to ask:
What is life all about? Why do I exist?
What’s the purpose?
It does not matter what I wish.
It does not matter what I want.
My fantasies, a lie…
But none of them means much for me
Just dreams and realties are true…
I wish and wish
My fantasies are dead.
My wants? My wants. Ha, ha
A painful way of being…
It is all day, no songs…
And I’m just dead.
At night my life is true
I dream I’m in the prairie
The wind. The flowers
And then my Butterfly
There, with me…
The forest and the valley…
The mountain and my garden
Always with me
My pretty Butterfly
My days, routine of pain
Without the Butterfly
No dream,
No Butterfly
I miss her beauty,
Her sweet and lovely beauty
My Butterfly
I know is just a dream
Reality for me
It makes my life be meaningful
It is the way my life is full…
Luar Yo
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