Monarch

Standing equipped
Indian paintbrush clenched in my hand
Eyes remain alert
Ivy vines creeping to pull me down
But the grass pushes me skyward
Away from the skeletons dancing below
And the rain flows backwards
Floating me higher
Above the shadows
Oh the wind'll blow ya down
Keeping you buried in the ground

I'm a monarch butterfly
Ink blotted but still alive
I was tied to the hollow tree
But the blackbirds set me free

Bones turn to stone
Melodic songbirds revive my soul
Swallowed body and all
Demons drowning down in the sinkhole
But the rocks roll my feet forward
Erasing the trail I'm leaving behind
And the stars keep a record
Of things that will never leave my mind
Oh the wind'll blow me there
Moving me to land somewhere

I'm a monarch butterfly
Ink blotted but still alive
I was tied to the hollow tree
But the black birds set me free