Can I thrive in the cocoon forever?
Or should I choose to fly?
Can comfort be my favourite endeavour?
And peace be nearby?
Outside this cocoon,
A new world awaits-
not with a silver spoon,
or with friendly traits.
I carry colour to a monotonous sky,
received with smiles, long and wide.
The cost for the world to see a butterfly
Is the loss of the child it holds inside.
Now time has raced away-
How powerful is a blink of an eye!
You either seize, or be seized by the day
words that no man can deny.
Though I wish I could prolong my stay
Under this cocoon, far from fear
The clock has ticked to the day
where I depart the dear.
Wordsbykenaniah 