moths... butterflies and you

You arouse me to ask a question about myself at that day
Am I pessimist or optimistic?
The only question which i thought a hundred times
The only answer I want to give fairly


Seeing the greys and blacks everywhere
Representing myself as a moth
Being possessed by a demon deep within
Spider soul consuming the greyed moth
Hoping to leave a little trace of the past


You made effort in changing moth to butterfly
You saw my greyness as blue
While I saw you as yellow
Hoping I would see all the bright colours
 If I were asked to list my favourite things about you
I would name the thing that you hate the most


Seasons passed you've changed grey
And i changed to black and ash
Anticipating that you would change into yellow