You are a lazy caterpillar
crawling around
in your room
you are content
having little effect
on the rest of the world
you become enamored by gloom
curling yourself in a tight cocoon
in bed sheets of white
blocking out the rest of the world
making no sound
not even a stir
the changes occurring
you cannot comprehend
don't cry, my dearest
I do not tell lies
your pain is my plight
I know you will soon revolutionize
into a dazzling winged fairy-like creature
the butterfly
you will be gorgeous and absolutely remarkable
I am merely a moth
drawn to your light