Honey - Chapter Eleven - Butterflies and Fireflies
I hear the clock go,
As the controller in my hand starts to paste
With my sweat.
Do it again.
Ignore the tightness in your chest,
Ignore the frantic, uncollected thoughts,
Those are butterflies and fireflies,
They just need to find the jar again.
Ignore the shaking hands,
Ignore the oddly paced breathing,
Ignore how my eyes are blinking a bit too much.
Focus on the game,
Focus on the one firefly,
The one that's colored pink and reminds me of peaches and cowboy hats.