Like some kind of Metamorphosis
But one that happens in the mind
A Caterpillar metamorphosed
Into something much more refined
It hides itself in a Chrysalis
A change occurs while secluded
And emerging is a Butterfly
With golden Wings of fortitude
It is a kind of Metamorphosis
Now no longer who you were
For Change,
Has just occurred
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