Tight inside my own cocoon

safe and warm and dry

I have no sense of yearning

to become the butterfly

For the butterfly is beautiful

and I am not , you see

The vibrant colors forged by nature

weren’t made for the likes of me

It’s for the lovely creatures

as all good things seem to be

Such as love and praise and happiness

which they receive with glee

Yes, love is for the pretty ones

who can bring a man to his knees

Never for the unbecoming

not for the likes of me

So I will stay inside my wrappings

so no one will have to see

the dark and ugly caterpillar

that is the likes of me …

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