i can only break free
from the cocoon i have spun
with silk from the fruits
of my dedication and labour
when the seconds on the clock
tick & tock, tick & tock,
until my anticipated wings
finally sprout with dyes so radiant
and burst me free, soaring
with an outburst so fierce
that my wings intimidate
every other caterpillar
as I have evolved
when they couldn't
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
i can only break free
from the cocoon i have spun
with silk from the fruits
of my dedication and labour
when the seconds on the clock
tick & tock, tick & tock,
until my anticipated wings
finally sprout with dyes so radiant
and burst me free, soaring
with an outburst so fierce
that my wings intimidate
every other caterpillar
as I have evolved
when they couldn't
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