The Basis of a Butterfly
I once was a caterpillar.
I was a self-conscience, scared caterpillar.
I was a self-conscience, scared caterpillar.
The world around me was unsafe and insecure.
My movements were slow, unsteady and unsure.
My path was not always clear
But I had to keep moving forward despite the fear.
Over time I developed a cocoon, an outer shell.
It was necessary and it served me well.
It kept me safe, it kept protected
But sometimes it felt like a barrier that I'd erected.
But over time, my cocoon felt like it bound me
No matter how much I wanted to flee.
Over time, I struggled to find my way
I pressed forward though at times I wanted to stay.
I gradually formed a hole
Out of which one day I would roll
Some thought I was broke
But they really hadn't taken a look
Inside the busted shell was a precious soul
Who had over time become whole
Who was finally ready to fly
This my friends is the basis of butterfly.
