i don’t want to be a weed in a field of wildflowers

or a wildflower in a field of weeds

i don’t even want to be a wildflower or a weed

i want to be the ladybug that crawls among them

careless and free

with the ability to fly away whenever it wants

i want to be the butterfly that flies through the meadow that both the weed and the wildflower are in

flapping its wings and moving with the whims of the wind

the weed and the wildflower irrelevant