The butterfly that could

Consequential Butterfly


I am Taho 
The consequential butterfly 
From Sao Paolo
When I flap my wings 
I cause hurricanes in Chicago
And you, you over there
You who are so full of doubt 
Of how consequential you are
Always building extensions 
From high heels to God
You’re bigger than me
You’ve got much more clout
What happens when you flap your wings?
Why don’t you flap them and find out?

You think you’re not like me
 ‘Cause you refuse to see
It is not the only illusion
That you can be
What you need to be

 ‘Cause I am Taho, the consequential butterfly 
From Sao Paolo and when I flap my wings 
I cause hurricanes in Chicago
But what do I have to do to make you see me?


I might live for a week 
Or to the ripe old age of one
You live much longer and 
Will do much more than me
And yet here sit I 
The consequential butterfly
No hesitation, no doubt, 
No thought of inconsequence
I just stretch out my wings 
I reach in and then reach out

Chorus

And here I am
That moment before death
Exhausted, out of breath
But with no regrets
Did that hurricane happen yet?

Consequential Butterfly

Yelling Bones