Life is like a butterfly
You search and search looking for purpose
Only to raise your hopes
Then shatter them to pieces
You finally find reason
Only to find that life has passed you by
Now what are you to do?
For you have no way to occupy your time
No questions to ask
No answers to give
You are now beginning to seem as if you were a book
Read half-way then thrown out because you no longer serve a purpose
Never worth the time of the reader
Because they could not wait 'till the end
To realize how truely worth it you were
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem