chasing idealism with or without wings
out of thin air resides reality
like a butterfly suddenly taking flight
reminding you of days gone by
when every moment mattered
you take a stab at it
that imperceptible tipping point
hoping to reel it in and relive
a particular space in time
your subconscious orbit
always seems to get you there
but every time you awaken
the outcome never changes
and the butterfly lives on
june two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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