So, Sometimes I wish I were a butterfly.
I'd fly away.
Hide away.
Float through the breezes.
Sometimes I wish I were a star.
I'd shine so bright.
I'd fly so high.
I'd never be touched or hurt.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't human,
and that I was just a peice of grass
or a rock
or a bird.
Something that was so THERE, but no one noticed.
Maybe that's how things are now.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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