Tiny mutant butterflies
have always flown around me
called them arguments
when I was just a teen
and bad dreams hovered over me
in senseless movie schemes

where I was hero and heroine

when I was looking for love again

I tripped over the reason

tiny mutant butterflies
flared up in grammar school
I called them grownups
when I was called a fool
and opinions tried to smother me
in senseless faceless schemes
when I was just a child
where stories had meaning
the beanstalk grew from the seed

tiny mutant butterflies
dog me now in modern holocaust
they take a flighty message
for a modern SOS
and from Japan a tidal welcome
to the rest of us
when I was just  child
I knew all along

tiny mutant butterflies
would come along