Blue butterfly

A caterpillar walking by the streets of the city

It wants to know the pleasures of life

Eating the leaves of misery quickly

If you touch it you will be burned

A sharp defense like a knife

No one wants it around

No longer bothered it, it had already learned

Although it was sad, there was hope for improvement

It was the time to isolate in its new ground

Time goes by and there is no movement

The gray of the sky makes no difference

Things happen and nobody notices

Without fear it does with resilience

Somehow those pleasures occur

Dead memories had a vivid blur

Out of the stigma of its cocoon, it flies

By a wind of lies

Pleasures now accompany it

This river is no longer the same

New challenges appear in this game

In a way, things change and remain the same as before

Schrödinger's bug

That just needed a simple hug

At the moment receive much more

Reflexive and lying in bed, It only knows what to do

But all that comforts is that old lullaby

Though the sky was red, it was still blue,

a blue butterfly

Oliver Yeager

26th May 2018