Slowly I turn to the left
I see down on the floor
A small puddle
My own reflection looking back

Yesterday I caught
A small butterfly in my hands
I let it fly away
Back into Nature

Today I lost everything
Does someone hold me
In the palms of their hands
Like that little creature?

Can I fly away
Away into Nature?
Would that be free?
I look down at the puddle.

The me in the puddle
Looks back at me
What are you looking at?
I wonder at the strange man