What am I to turn a caterpillar into a butterfly
When a butterfly is but a fly
Striding by and by
While not seeing I to I
That I may live to see
Something more somewhere across the sea
Something I don't yet see in me
Somehow it sees and it calls on me
It's lonely as I go
Dressed to see beauty in the snow
A shield to me
It hides me
A light ahead
A place to lie my head
Who am I to question who I am
What makes a man
Where to go when there's no place to go
Go on
Although it's harder as I go
It's harder as you grow
It's hard either go, up or down
I'd rather go with a smile rather than a frown
- Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 24th, 2022 15:34
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
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