The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it.
Its only job is to eat
or consume everything around it,
in order to protect itself from this mad city.
While consuming its environment,
the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive.
One thing it noticed
is how much the world shuns him,
but praises the butterfly.
The butterfly represents the talent,
the thoughtfulness,
and the beauty within the caterpillar.
But having a harsh outlook on life
the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to **** it to his own benefits.
Already surrounded by this mad city,
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
which institutionalizes him.
He can no longer see past his own thoughts.
He’s trapped.
When trapped inside these walls
certain ideas start to take roots;
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts
to this mad city
The result?
Wings begin to emerge,
breaking the cycle
of feeling stagnant
Finally free,
the butterfly sheds light on situations
that the caterpillar never considered,
ending the eternal struggle.
Although the butterfly,
and caterpillar are completely different,
they are one and the same.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it.
Its only job is to eat
or consume everything around it,
in order to protect itself from this mad city.
While consuming its environment,
the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive.
One thing it noticed
is how much the world shuns him,
but praises the butterfly.
The butterfly represents the talent,
the thoughtfulness,
and the beauty within the caterpillar.
But having a harsh outlook on life
the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to **** it to his own benefits.
Already surrounded by this mad city,
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
which institutionalizes him.
He can no longer see past his own thoughts.
He’s trapped.
When trapped inside these walls
certain ideas start to take roots;
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts
to this mad city
The result?
Wings begin to emerge,
breaking the cycle
of feeling stagnant
Finally free,
the butterfly sheds light on situations
that the caterpillar never considered,
ending the eternal struggle.
Although the butterfly,
and caterpillar are completely different,
they are one and the same.
This is not my poem, it is just some piece of literature that stuck a cord inside of my heart. Eagerly antsy, I must share this with you.
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