Metamorphosis
November 18, 2011 by riverflows
Metamorphosis
We all hold on so very tight
(won't dream of letting go)
to all the things we think we are,
and all we think we know.
And even though we hate our life,
we cling, and you know why,
for there to be a butterfly, the
caterpillar first must die,
and never know
the one who'll finally fly.
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You’re back! It’s been almost a year!
Metamorphosis gave me a chill. Perfect.
Thank you.
–griz