I feel like chasing butterflies
Already have my sights on one
Get as close as I can
To where you might land and...
Now what?
I can't spread the wings I don't have
You flutter from one spot to the next
Always within my view
(All the while, eyes on you)
As you dance with suitors of your kind.
Hard as I try, I can't keep up
Fourteen legs is not enough
I would gladly trade in half to
Share that very sky with you
So I curl up in a ball and pray
And then I wait and I wait
And I hope you're still there
My mind's sour debate
Keeps sneaking in
Sure hope I'm not a moth
And day by night by today's light
Sure enough, the air is sweet
I finally leap into flight
But no mirrors here to see
Nor my beauty to be
I stretch my wings on mission
I pass many but not you
So I fly and fly and keep searching
And after so long, I've found you now
So now please tell me
What have I come to be? |
Submission Name: Who's the Moth
