Nabi
The world they live in is a very
Beautiful fantasy
My cousins play such songs on the piano
In their apartment in the land of apartments
Is it a futile dream to dream such picturesque tunes?
The caterpillar hardens into an ugly cocoon
But a butterfly emerges from the shell
In the concrete jungle they live but dream
They dream so big and real that fairies come to life
The world we live in is a a very
despicable and unsatisfying contradiction
Art and fart rhyme together in reality
Soon I will be old with a bigger belly
I am already eating lots of donuts and jelly
Why is purple more exotic than brown?
Why is light more enticing than darkness?
And what’s the purpose of a butterfly fairy?
Is it a construct of your corrupt desires and fantasy
Or a true and childlike yearning for a more colorful world?
