this is a song
about butterflies and flowers
inside my mind i find that i
harness special powers
entwining rhymes for hours

isn’t it funny
when you’re just a bunny
so clever and cunning, yet
still missing something?

if it only made sense,
to make sense,
in a sense,
i’m innocent,
of innocence,
but guilty of ignorance.

-m.p. 09/20/2010