Butterflies dive bomb my windshield in fall
Like they know the end is coming
And don’t want to die,
Wings frozen in mid-beat.
Instead, they want the heat
And final crash
Into an invisible barrier
That just hinted sunflare.
I agree with butterflies.
Life is a hurricane whirlwind
Grinding my mind into mincemeat
And I would rather go down
In one first blaze of glory
Than die alone in bed
And full of defeat.
