The Moth

What does it look like
from the other side of the transparent box?
I bet we look like we´re liquid,
like we´d disappear as a water drop
But I realized something this morning:
that I couldn´t handle all this as I thought
I´ve felt so strong and insurmountable
but after all I´m still just a moth

It´s easy to be invisible
and easy to hold on tight
But to fly on a Sunday morning
isn´t as fly as on Friday night

You tried to offer some candy
though I´ve been raised too good for that
But all the amount you handed
almost turned a good girl into bad

What did we feel like
when you had the chance to mimic our lives?
I think we were too tangible,
too real to have a good bite
But I´m sure it´s going to be just fine,
all just dandy in time
We will disappear into the Sun
and reappear only by night time

You see it´s easy for me to get by
and I don´t even know why
I should´ve felt a lot more
- guess I´m too vacuous inside

Every day feels so much
and so little at the same time
I wonder it would be easier
to be a dragonfly

What did it sound like
through the glass and the purr?
Maybe it sounded like air,
like nothing was even heard
It´s good to find a nest or den
which ever suits you the best
Maybe it´s now or never and then
you are just like the rest

You remember
It´s easy to be invisible
and easy to hold on tight
But to fly on a Sunday morning
isn´t as fly as on Friday night