The Metamorphosis Of Time

Past present and future,
Three different words with three distinct meanings, 
Yet no different from a caterpillar a pupa and a butterfly.

One phase to another with three different stages and distinct in life.
One must crawl and hide, feasting on leaves not to experience the sweet bitterness but to gather the strength needed to close ones eyes,
Covering yourself with your own cocoon of hopes and dreams.

Then comes the long wait with no one to pray but your own dreams, that one day may take flight.

Remember, every butterfly that soars the sky went through these same hardships.

Your past is but a map and a guidebook of wrong turns and dead ends, reminding you not to make the same mistakes that delays the inevitable.

Do not live the present with disappointments of  your past, because now they are just memories for you to look back and learn.

Three stages, one journey—none can exist without marking your beginning to end with wings.