I wish I was a social butterfly
without a care in the world
live just to observe
the foibles and follies of others.
I would just float and flutter,
listening and laughing to the words uttered
under the protective darkness of night
I would weave spells of sweet poetry
decorate my wings
with the colours and patterns
of other people’s pains and fervours
I would just spy, spy, spy
as I float on by,
the night wouldn’t lay a hand on me.