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Butterfly Energy
The world spins, twists, like a flipping quarter
Determining the days, heads or tails, dawn or dusk
Our lives sway like a tire swing
Smiling away, flipping us like quarters
We sway through life, clinging
Clinging like caterpillars to its back
To the smiling tireswing, he clings, to its glass eyes
Observing the winds like goldfish in a bowl
Working his way upon his home
The tiring, smiling back, his escalator escalates
Fading away, telling him to walk
As he fades, as he wraps, as he enters,
AS he shuts the parking meter off
As he shuts the world off.
