Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.
I left my soul here somewhere have you seen it? black leather cover some blank pages but most scribbled with illegible fountain pen ink a desperate hand searching for meaning out of the darkness of light it's not that important really I just can't live without it