Loop De Loop

We're all thrown in a loop de loop left feeling a nincompoop. Yes, reality's truth might jackknife send us cartwheeling in strife. Look, drop your pompous crown. Pick yourself up, brush yourself down. Tomorrow's-dream won't be found- beneath juvenile blankets of eiderdown. But with some fresh conviction better practice and some good rhythm, we can steady our course and flight feel like we're dynamite? Such my child is the journey of life. Be on your toes, be nimble and lithe. Remember always to recognise We all have the promise of butterflies.