Try to catch butterflies,
Look how happy they play with the wind.
They are nice and good and fragile,
A form of purity of this world.
Whenever you see one,
Bigger or smaller, greyer or colourful,
Think it's a gif from silly me
And look at it and admire it
Like you know I would to you
And run after it and close your eyes,
Imagining it's me you're trying to catch.
Seize the moment, laugh and let that stoned heart of yours to feel the joy,
Try to catch the butterflies like they were me...
