I was so carefree once...
Like a butterfly, I fluttered along,
my wings glinting in the sunlight.
The I was noticed, and something changed.
I changed.
I became a firefly,
flashing my brilliant golden glory to an endless night
and my shadowed admirers.
I don't know how it happened, but I changed again...
Right when I was caught.
Now, a Cicada in a jar,
I crawl in circles, chattering,
wearing my legs to rawness.
I fling myself against the invisible barrier,
trying ever more to climb the slick glass walls
and escape my stifling prison.
I'm suffocating. I'm starving. I'm lonely.
Why won't they let me go?
Why won't the set me free?
Free to buzz in the fields of clover,
flying up to Dover...
But soon, my life will be over.
No one notices the despairing Cicada lying in her jar,
weak in body from lack of oxygen,
weak in will from lack of love.
No one notices at all.
They're busy watching butterflies.
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