Butterflies

At a distance we’re the closest and point blank we’re unaware
Of how to interact, I am the stranger that I compare
To and from, here and there, I know that I care
About the journey that I take, can we call it fair

A point of view is a point to view, it’s really not the same
I have one and you have too, but the two are not the same
We find a clue that finds us too, a mission in the game
Acknowledge how an article changes to state a claim

Many missions lie ahead of the one life that we lead
I’m appealing to the masses but I’m not begging as I plead
And I’m only on my knees to complete the task indeed
The butterflies float in the same air as birds and bees

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