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April 24, 2005
 Born one day not knowing when Woke up alone Who�s there? The caterpillar questioned But none was there to answer Crawled and crawled and crawled Twitching its way into randomness Consuming what it could Long for love Longing for compassion For a familiar face Crawling and crawling into oblivion Little caterpillar wonders What is my purpose? Wishing to be great Wishing to be loved Wishing for peace to flounder into its broken mind Little caterpillar you�ll drown in your tears Its teary reflection reveals The darkness of its skin Observing its completion and feelings within �Ugliness� whispers in its mind. So suddenly after very long The caterpillar stumbles upon other little ones Other caterpillars that resemble it But not matter where it looks It cannot find a friend All around there�s smiles All around there�s joy Discontent it mumbles: �When I�m a butterfly it will all change for me� With despair upon it�s voice It lies under deep heavy leaves Hidden behind tall thick grass Sitting watching the others The little caterpillar�s satisfied Satisfied to be a spectator in the sport of life Not participating as its caterpillar days pass by Suddenly at the end of all these days Spinning and spinning Hopes upon hopes Dreams upon dreams It will all be better soon The little broken caterpillar has promised it self I will be beautiful I will be loved I will be free and happy at last A glimpse of hope peeks beyond its dreadfulness As its eyes close in deep slumber� �Coldness turns to rain And rain turns into spring As the days turn warm And the flowers all bloom Excitement�s in the air As they all begin to move One after another Movement all around But the little caterpillar still remains Flapping of wings Breaks the silence As they all prepare for departure Slowly one after the next Take off into this world Proud excited butterflies play upon the wind But the little caterpillar still remains Finally the last of them have flown The sky is filled with beauty of delicate wings But none have noticed what has been left behind The most beautiful chrysalis ever so carefully spun As if by the hands of a master A gifted one As the butterflies above flap and flap away The world suddenly becomes smaller at a distance And underneath deep heavy leaves Behind the tall thick grass Lies a little chrysalis Still and motionless And within, a little caterpillar Its dreams evaporate into the world above While it waited For a happier tomorrow That would never come. |
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