if i were like a field of butterflies
you would see me crawl
hide
break
bloom
again and again
until i die
and find life again

i wonder if i ever will
or if my soul will just wander and haunt the world of those i love?

is this life the only one i have?
am i seeing, feeling, breathing like i am supposed to?

time is opening its arms, only to close them when i'm about to run in
i wonder if i can slow down if it keeps on moving
i don't know if i'll feel the same tomorrow

why do i feel so old, when people tell me i'm so young?
why do i feel a tornado of emotions and manage to put on a smile?

the end is beginning, i don't think i'm ready

and with my questions always wrong and my answers always right
will i be able to make a choice?

without regretting it the second later?
without second-guessing the regrets i have?

minute by minute, hour by hour, time by time