Where does the butter fly
when the warm wind says goodbye?
Would a cow moo
if the grass wasn’t green, the sky blue?
My soul is dead
Sadness reigns inside my head
Adulthood kills the child,
stealing what makes life worthwhile
I cannot stand
the stress of adult life; it’s getting out of hand
Free my mind
Show me the magic I can’t find
My inner child shows the way
to slay the dragons ruining my day
with child-like grandiosity
she fills my life with laughs and curiosity.
So, I watch the butter fly
way up high; to the creamery in the sky
And giggle as the cow says, “phew”
as she starts to chew grass of a more violet hue
Life can be dull
So, I listen for her beck and call
Embracing my inner child is better
than to die an adult who chose to forget her