They whisper their secret lies
you mistake for truth
and then they leave you
alone in the dark.
You stare at the nothingness
as a dead butterfly
falls to the earth
halfway across the world.
It all means nothing
yet you think you know
what it symbolizes.
You don't know.
You only imagine you do
because it seems more important to know
than to not know.
The knowledge fills you up inside
makes you feel like a real person.
You aren't.
There's no such thing as a real person.
You don't know that.
Not yet.
That's why when halfway across the world
when a dead butterfly falls to the ground
it doesn't matter.
Not to you.
You know only the lies you want to believe.