Crickets play in the dead of night
A melody, so soft and sweet
Lulls me quickly off to sleep
Sold out tickets to the show
Memories, a matinee
Cut the reel, don’t let it play
Wishing from an empty well
Heads and tails, vacuous legends
Hopes and dreams, faded, bludgeoned
Caterpillar grows and grows
Doomed to die to start anew
The life I lived, no miscue
Breaking free from my cocoon
Leaving my old world behind
No longer will I be confined
Crawled to walk and learned to fly
Seen the world from a distinct view
Found a life I never knew
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