I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long

I remember chasing butterflies in fields of wildflowers
with my brothers and my mother watching over me
like the rotted black hunters' towers sleeping

I must have been tiny
I must have been very young

Where has that gone now
Where is that boy
Where are the butterflies

Where is the bamboo butterfly net catching, catching

In my memories there is no one else

I feel like so much less now
So much of me is gone

Butterflies flying through torn netting