To fly away without a care in the world
To feel the air againist you wingtips
The air rushing around surrounding you
Swallowing you whole
Only to hear the roar
The roar of the everlasting wind and rain
To be deserted
Yet not
To be a part of a group
Yet strangely isolated
Because only you can feel the power
The power of the elements
Butterfly
They have all the freedom
To not know the exact place they are going
Yet to end up in the same place
Year
After
Year
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