Oh little caterpillar,

How you've slept and wriggled

Many weeks under mother's watchful eye

In what's your home in no other way but name,

You long for the world

So vast,

But we'd all know how far you'd make it.

As you wait, you grow to the size of your impatience

You create a world of your own,

enclosed and secure

Mother lets you out only after you've forgotten to dream.

Your friends flutter away.

You wonder

As they flutter

Is a world that shut you out worth flying in?

But if you don't fly at all why wait for wings?

Oh butterfly you've taken too long to decide

Your wings are cracked and brittle

And your mind is bitter.

Alone and useless.