Homage to Chuang Tzu

I always knew it was a dream;

My path through life was never straight;

My love for the azure did seem

In summers more than just my fate;

And my devotion to the rose

Anyone that knows me knows;

So it might have come as small surprise

That I had lived in grim disguise;

But waking from my final hour

I had to laugh in learning I

Had just been drowsing on a flower

As dreaming as a butterfly.