Drawn to the fire that burns
Lost in the beauty of it all
Flying towards the light, watching the bodies around me fall
Will I join them or be different
Like a moth I’m drawn to the burning flame, but what’s in the flame
Is it good or bad?
I see them fall but where do they go
Does the flame kill them or build their strength
Will I test the fire?
Can I change the fire?
I fly closer and feel the heat
It burns, it stings
Will I be engulfed in the flame or will I fly away
Is this my fate?
Can I change it?
Are we the fuel that feeds the fire?
It dances seductively as I try to decide
Do I go, Do I fly away?
Do I take the less worn path by? Maybe I could fly, high, way up in the clear sky
The fire isn’t where I want to be
They go in and never come out
Is this what I want?
To be engulfed by the flames and leave without anyone knowing my name?
Different with colored wings of significance
I decide whether I’ll fly in the flames
I control my own destiny
I’m not like the moth at all
I’m the butterfly who sits still for a moment
I flap my wings and fly away
Never will you see me being plain
I’m different
I’m me
I’m not another moth flying to the flame
I’m a butterfly with a long name
I control where I go, what I do and what I am
I’m not a moth
I’m a butterfly with wings of different colors, beautiful and wide
I catch the eye of those passing by
I’m not a moth but a beautiful butterfly