Pink Spider

You spin a web of lies.
Thought everything was a small world.
Anyone who gets close, you hurt them all.
You thought the sky was square.

"This is everything.
What a joke."
You said.
That's a lie too.

Your dazzling appearance looks lonely,
a rare butterfly flutters by.
"Take these butterfly wings and come here."
"Things will go as planned over there."

Pink Spider
"I want to live."
Pink Spider
"I want wings."

Without asking for the butterfly's life,
you glare at the sky.
It's not because it's hard to hurt.
I don't have wings,
because that sky is too high.

"It's fine to use my wings, Spider.
You, who don't know the pain of continuous flying,
will realize someday.
That you've only flown in someone else's hands.
And also, that calling it freedom..."

Unable to fly well with artificial wings,
plummeting straight down.

Pink Spider
"It's no use anymore."
Pink Spider
"Even though the sky is visible."
Pink Spider
"It's a failure."
Pink Spider
"I want wings."

Barely visible beyond that sky,
birds head south.
Let's fly once more, cut this thread,
with our own jet,
once that cloud passes by.

Pink Spider
The sky is calling.
Pink Spider
Pink Spider
Peach-colored clouds flow through the sky...