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METAMORPHOSIS
I have struggled far too long
caught up in this web
not letting anyone see
exactly what
you've done to me
I have been stuck in the same place
hanging on the vine
you thought I was in slumber
but, I've been biding my time
You can't see how I thrash
from within
wanting so badly to shed my skin
to finally break free
from all that I know
pushing, stretching, peeling away
layer by layer
the process too slow
It can be painful
excruciatingly so
pushing the boundaries
of all that I know
But freedom is calling
and I know I must try
if I stay here much longer
surely I'll die
Breaking free
from this shell I am in
spreading myself open
instead of thin
I'm uncurling myself
in the most magnificent of ways
when you see my transformation
and look me in the eye
you will know my time has come
whisper good bye
You can't hold me captive
anymore
I have wriggled myself free
from the very core
of so much time lost
You look and you sigh
never thinking for a moment
that this day would come
as you try desperately to
hold me in your grasp
But a soft wind came calling
and I must take or die
you can't hold me anymore
I'm a Butterfly
caught up in this web
not letting anyone see
exactly what
you've done to me
I have been stuck in the same place
hanging on the vine
you thought I was in slumber
but, I've been biding my time
You can't see how I thrash
from within
wanting so badly to shed my skin
to finally break free
from all that I know
pushing, stretching, peeling away
layer by layer
the process too slow
It can be painful
excruciatingly so
pushing the boundaries
of all that I know
But freedom is calling
and I know I must try
if I stay here much longer
surely I'll die
Breaking free
from this shell I am in
spreading myself open
instead of thin
I'm uncurling myself
in the most magnificent of ways
when you see my transformation
and look me in the eye
you will know my time has come
whisper good bye
You can't hold me captive
anymore
I have wriggled myself free
from the very core
of so much time lost
You look and you sigh
never thinking for a moment
that this day would come
as you try desperately to
hold me in your grasp
But a soft wind came calling
and I must take or die
you can't hold me anymore
I'm a Butterfly
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