My mindsets are like butterflies
They flutter around
Catechize my personality
And alter my perceptions
On similar issues Multiple times
Depending on my mood
I see things as bitter,
Despicable, or good
Which makes it explicable to me
That reality
Is subjective and unique
For each of us,
Directed by our mentality
The so-called sane among us
May be the most unstable;
While the habitually depressed
May be the most sensitive
And contemplative
It's not for you or me to say
Or even to know anyway
Seemingly, the best way to go
Is with the given, irregular flow
Meanwhile trying to minimize
Too much depth in thoughts,
Attachment or devotion
And keep fluttering
From good to bad to in-between
In order to enjoy the trip
And stay in motion
Now, that being said:
I think I'l do that...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem