Butterfly

If time were a butterfly, would you watch her fly? 

Could you hold her in your mind, as she flew 'cross the sky.

Or would you keep her locked up tight, never to see the light?

Could you walk through the night, thinking you won the fight.

 As you realize, time is a butterfly, she flies in front of your sight.

You see her now, and know very well.

Life, will always prevail.