Sad Girl Autumn

Happiness is a butterfly 

happiness ;

like a butterfly eluding any contact

and catching it's flight

away from all that is besotted with it.

i hope it made it on time

so it can come back around another night

but, right before it lands

it has to go

and it always goes

and it WILL always go

because it HAS to go

towards the muted light of the moon

and eventually inside of it

with it's Midas touch on the moon

it has eluded once again 

taking the rays with it

without it there is no light

and once again, there is eternal night

so in that night 

I sing the same old lullaby 

at my forever 2am

and ask myself just why

all that gold and no shine

writing on the walls with a feather pen

trying to decipher "life"

trying to map my mind.

and so I know

oh, I know

that, I know

now, I know;

I have become the night.

I was thinking that I thought

that what if I'm not

made to keep the butterfly? 

and what if I'm not 

destined to be of it's kind?

because butterflies do not last

and they do not last

not in the dark

never, in the dark.

not until, there is light.