I look into the mirror,
and all I see,
is a brick-layer, a baker,
a butterfly and a bee.
The brick-layer is happy,
he's laid the foundation,
one brick at a time,
it's a structured formation.
The baker is focused,
on the loaves in the oven,
you get thirteen in a dozen,
fresh twenty-four seven.
The bee is busy,
another journey to make,
it better be diligent,
for it's hive's sake.
But the butterfly I notice,
its flutter it perfects,
as it aspires to trigger,
the butterfly effect.
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