Butterflies

I dreamt of a butterfly, but did I dreamt of being the butterfly, or I'm just a dream?


I looked up, there was only people going there and then, but they never looked back.
Just as I'm starting to get anxious, they looked back up and down, like a tailor's work.
What are they doing? I thought, looking down, and in my thoughts before they ventured away.
I could hear them whisper, but nobody made a sound.

I could always heard them screaming, and I would always looked down on my arms;
What would they do...? I would enquires, raging,
Words never stopped, I thought, once again, it will never work either way.
I would eventually lost, then they will spouts, What ...?

I would curved up in my bed every dusk, and consider how good it will be when I just slept there, but bruises off these silly every time.
Feeling empty, have you? Twitching eyes would look at the window, watch as time slips and flows, dashing into limelight.
While it stares into my soul, as empty as snow, waiting for Persephone to return back to the earth.
In the deep of night, I would woke up momentarily, and whisper, it's just another day...

I would take this as a dream, but is this a dream? Or for real?