Busy, Busy Butterfly v2

Fluttering around from flower to flower,
I see why they call people social butterlies.
Never resting, pausing only for a moment, then moving on...
So busy - instead of bees, we are butterflies.

Flitting, moving, flying, wavering in the sky like a jewel
Perched on the edge of falling - forever falling -
Downwards to earth from heaven or whatever
The great above is called.

Glittering, sparkling, desired, captivating -
These great creatures truly capture the meaning of what
It means to flitter, careless and carefree.
Perhaps we invented that word because of
The butterfly's behavior.

The butterfly is my best representation,
A perfect imitation of me, of who I am.
Flitting from one social gathering to another,
Too busy to smell the flowers; I have only time
To quickly sample one before moving on to another.

Poor butterfly, sometimes I wonder if
They're so busy because their life's so short...
Or if their life's so short because they're so busy.
And that makes me wonder if humanity's life has
Gotten ever shorter because we're ever busier.
Will our lifespan decrease another forty years,
Ten hundred years from now?

Is there only a certain amount of STUFF you can do
In life, and the more you try to do,
The shorter your life will get?

Maybe I shouldn't be a butterfly anymore...