(Poem by Soumya)
Lost my train of thought,
Found it chasing butterflies off.
My mind wanders like a lost pup,
Chasing after fluttering wings up above.
Butterflies leading me astray, in a whimsical dance they sing in hope of ray
I try to focus on the task at hand,
But distractions pull me away,
Lost in a sea of random thoughts,
In a strange and quirky ballet.
Back to weird I go once more,
Where everything is wonderfully rare.
Oh well, back to being weird I stay
Lost in my own little world,
Embracing the chaos with glee,
For in this wacky world of mine,
Is where I truly feel free.
Where butterflies lead the way, back to being weird I stay.
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