ithaka - butterfly of wisdom كلمات الأغنية

all alone without thoughts at my old blue desk
alone on easter sunday … my brokeness (still) a pest

am i my own man? … or just a puppet on a string?
do i turn my own board? … or wait for fate to bring?

whatever. whatever. whatever will be
believe that and you’re a sucker you may never see the
key

preachers, teachers abusers of religion
everyone claiming to see the only vision

prophecies sprouting up like weeds
don’t believe’em none … the truth grows like a tree

when i ask others where am i headed?
they tell me ask the planets … ask the stars

but is the fate of another sucker mine
because of the tilt of mars?

maybe it is. maybe it ain’t
but what about the flowers and the color of paint?

do you become what you think about most?
to be or not to be? … or to be an almost?

do the gods help those who help themselves?
or should i store my juice up on a mental shelf?

am i my own man? … or just a puppet on a string?
do i turn my own board? or wait for fate to bring?

came out of my apartment at the street door
looked back up to my window on the second floor

got a planter-box of flowers … got some purple, got
some blue
when into my pretty picture … a white b-tterfly flew

bouncing alone she went … it seemed without direction
bouncing alone she went … she was the vision of
perfection

am i my own man? … or just a puppet on a string?
do i turn my own board? or wait for fate to bring?

so i followed that little b-tterfly of wisdom
down the dusty streets of the city of lisbon

and somewhere down near alcantara-mar
she stopped for a moment on the hood of a car

then she landed on an average street sign
and for that brief second … that sign was like a
shrine

then the b-tterfly landed on a small girl
who was still young enough to wonder at the world

she landed on a wooden fence
but on the fence, it appeared, she landed only to rest

she landed on the head of a statue
then flew off … into the forest of monsanto

bouncing alone she went … it seemed without direction
bouncing alone she went … she was the vision of
perfection

am i my own man? … or just a puppet on a string?
do i turn my own board? or wait for fate to bring?

through the pine trees … the way the winds blow
alonside of a crow … to a quite meadow

finally she landed on a lonely yellow flower
then suddenly took off with a fresh burst of power

what a long way, (i thought), just to get a little
snack
but she hadn’t just been searching for a flower she
lacked

she’d been blessing the hood with her awkward grace
and then she blessed my nose, by landing on my face

giving back to the world, that gave her sweet life
even if her sole purpose was to be a lovely sight

and off she flew … above the trees, to the sky
and i could swear i heard a little voice wish me
“goodbye”

i walked all the way back home wearing a grin
finally knowing life means nothing-and-everythin’

bouncing alone she went … it seemed without direction
bouncing alone she went … she was the vision of
perfection

am i my own man? … or just a puppet on a string?
do i turn my own board? or wait for fate to bring?

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