Caterpillars
they have potentials
they have perspectives
they have dreams
we don't
Caterpillars
they are possibilities
we are not
Caterpillars
they are able to crawl
they crawl
we don't have the right to
we don't even have the right to burst into despair
or to degenerate
we should be terrified
in our sentence
Caterpillars
bumming ideas of butterflies
butterflies
we could be
look through the mirror
and cherish your wings
before you see them uprooted
too thin, they rive
too wide, they cover the light
of the sunburn
Butterflies we are
we live one day
we die
the another
our life expectancy is too short
but yet
insatiable as we are
we wake the other day
from our brief demise
and we endeavor to crawl again
then wishing to be butterflies again
We could compromise
with being pre-butterflies
only because we can live in a cocoon for a while
we have learnt to live in a cocoon
with the hope that it will pop one day
and as the cocoon tears apart we will emerge as butterflies
Larvae
craving the day to form into butterflies
the day we will be butterflies
to live one day
that is our dream
to live once
and die the next
Hidden in our cocoons
Lurking in our cocoons
Lurking in ourselves
then wishing to be butterflies again
but we are not
because we can't be caterpillars.
Katerina Val
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caterpillars-3/
