"Happiness is like a butterfly..."
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there
Free to roam the roads but they all lead nowhere
Always walking to find
Where the Butterfly roams
Always chasing
Always following
Because to stop
Is to let the Moth come
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there
For the Cage holds only one of the pair
Most go for the Butterfly until they learn to stay
Others go for the Butterfly to run away from the Moth getting in the cage
This poem is about:
Me
Our world