What’s up, wit-chew man?
Nothin’ man….
I’ve just been fantasizing about flyin’…a lot lately.
Like a bird…
Or you know, even a fly…
Or a bee.
But I don’t think I’d ever wanna be a butterfly, you know why?
Why man?
They’re just crazy when they fly!!
It’s like they don’t really know where they’re going, or why, so they’re so unpredictable, ya know?
The bounce more than fly really, and that just doesn’t feel good to me.
It’d be like being on a roller coaster that never ends…if you ask me.
But I guess it beats being a caterpillar.
They’re stuck in their war of art if you ask me.
The butterflies are obviously the ones that make it out alive.
But me…
When I rise…
I wanna really fly.
I wanna be strong in my wings, nothing can stop me.
And, I always wanna know where I’m going and why.
I wanna soar with ease and I wanna be able to fly wherever I please.
Anything less is just…not an option for me.
