Somewhere deep inside of me, there's an insect squirming waiting for an opportunity or a perfect morning It laid dormant for so long, I thought it was dead but I was dead wrong, it chose to be hidden instead I would get a glimpse of it Somedays, I would cover it up I tried to forget about it but it was never enough One day it just emerged, quite by mistake right on the verge of its big break It struggled inside of me, I could feel it writhe It wanted to be free, I could sense it try What could this insect be? It was a butterfly