Butterfly breeze

Butterfly theory, I didn't feel the wings were crushed. It's a sweet sip on a summer’s day, Light breeze. Maybe I don't feel the butterfly squeeze.
If you let it go and it comes back, it will forever. If it stays astray it's at its last tether. Older you get the colder you are, Mature some ladies say. Whatever happened, Memories shattered, Covered fantasy over reality. It may some-what seem glamorous, but the reality of it is loneliness. If only you could see, beyond all the so called anarchy.