The caterpillar was always late,
When the caterpillar would try to fly, he would fall,
The other caterpillars had transformed into something else and grew the most beautiful wings,
Whilst he had been left behind
The caterpillar would observe the other caterpillars,
Copying their behaviour, studying them,
Maybe if he was like them, he would also become something beautiful like them
Though he never would,
For many years, the caterpillar loathed himself,
He questioned why no matter how much he tried to be like the other caterpillars, he would never transform into something as beautiful as them
The caterpillar had copied the other caterpillars so much that he had forgotten himself in the process, with only pieces of who he actually was left behind
So, he slowly picked the pieces back up,
Quietly learning more about himself,
And for once, not looking down
And one day,
He too transformed,
And grew the most beautiful wings
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC
The caterpillar was always late,
When the caterpillar would try to fly, he would fall,
The other caterpillars had transformed into something else and grew the most beautiful wings,
Whilst he had been left behind
The caterpillar would observe the other caterpillars,
Copying their behaviour, studying them,
Maybe if he was like them, he would also become something beautiful like them
Though he never would,
For many years, the caterpillar loathed himself,
He questioned why no matter how much he tried to be like the other caterpillars, he would never transform into something as beautiful as them
The caterpillar had copied the other caterpillars so much that he had forgotten himself in the process, with only pieces of who he actually was left behind
So, he slowly picked the pieces back up,
Quietly learning more about himself,
And for once, not looking down
And one day,
He too transformed,
And grew the most beautiful wings
