Diary of Dan

Tuesday, January 10, 2006


There comes a day,
when i just wanna play
with the butterflies
underthe blue blue sky,
and ask them,
what drives them,
and why,
to fly from flower to flower,
seeking nectar...

I wanna ask them,
when will I find my nectar,
and start my flight,
in search of it...
And fly with
happiness on my wings....

They'll tell me,
my nectar might not even exist,
But that shouldn't let me,
the temptation of the flight,