Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes you think you are a caterpillar.
That you have the benefit of me-ta-mor-pho-sis.
That you can start afresh.
That wings will grow out of your back.
That you will have visions of tree-tops.

Sometimes you think you are a worm.
That you will always crawl among dead leaves.
That you can never escape.
That you will never be of the sky.
That this is it.

Sometimes.

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