Eternal Outsider

In dreams she hears the butterfly's silent screams. She has lost the keys to her secret kingdom. All too aware of the world's endless labyrinths, And the myriad games the populace plays, She extricates herself from the swollen realms of delirium. Everyday objects appear eerily unreal. Sometimes it feels like she's been here forever. Life is like a withered leaf; condemned by the clockwork seasons. All the vivid colours have faded. All the frozen certainties have melted. In dreams she hears the butterfly's silent screams. She has lost the keys to her secret kingdom.