I watched a butterfly today
partly floating, partly jerking
always playing, never working

but he stayed not long, then flew away
so I followed, eyes uplifted,
followed my butterfly as he drifted

he flew places I couldn't go
through the skies, above the steeple,
high above the lonely people

and he knew things I'll never know
how we live and how we die
why we laugh and why we cry

oh, to be as free as he
I'd fly high both day and night
I'd make reality fade from sight

but then I watched my idol die
low flight, passing car,
quick death, carried far.

now all I do is wonder why
I wanted to be that butterfly