butterflies die — they live a day or two before they die — but they reproduce also.
the cycle never finishes.
just like us, we never accomplish the growth.
we fall and die right after the thought of being a good person is assured
and keep growing until the death being an only option.
an ever-changing process yet unalterably repetitive.
that's the nature of us mortals.
we always try, never stop learning what makes us us.
we always try to get better,
always try to rejuvenate our tough skin.
we bring hidden wounds to life to excavate the new ones deeper.
we do not only try to bring things our past hold
but also take them to the future because the comfort that it gives is learned.
we'll always try,
we'll always lose.
and we'll always burn the hearts we think we couldn't.
we're like butterflies,
like the ones that flutter in our stomach.
just like the ones that live and die and start all over again.
we have to start again with what we've left in us.
i'm here for us.
i'm always within reach.
i watch your growth as i watch mine and the sunless days that lead us to somewhere unknown.
we have to walk into a gathering storm and leave some burdens behind
because remember,
baggage in our shoulders is loaded, and we have two hands left to grip.
[Thanks to orkhanmirzesoy for adding these lyrics]