As the butterfly falls from grace,
With its wings clipped,
It is consumed by caterpillars,
Due to its ignorance,
Ignorance from which it metamorphosed from.
So as the caterpillars surround the brother they once loved,
They show fear, jealousy, and anger,
For the butterfly has the power.
The butterfly who escaped these walls.
Who escaped the cocoon and was unstagnanted from reality,
But the caterpillar fights a harsher reality.
As the butterfly left the cocoon to spread its wings,
The caterpillar faces a tough morality,
They chase the leaf to devour their hunger,
But it is the leaf in which hunger increases.
So as they eat and eat,
They never will fit inside the cocoon,
But the one who eats slowly with meaning,
Fits inside the cocoon.
As the caterpillars cry out to the butterfly,
To be saved from their greed of the leaf,
The butterfly does not show,
He has been trapped within new walls.
The walls which contain a world of beauty,
That lies separately from the caterpillars' own walls.
The caterpillars watch the butterfly live outside these walls,
And they imitate the butterfly,
Praying the butterfly will come home,
And save them from themselves,
The butterfly again does not show,
The caterpillar feels the butterfly is an enemy and believes,
Believes that the butterfly will,
Consume them of ignorance,
Yet as the caterpillar watches the butterfly,
Experience life outside these walls,
The caterpillar believes that it is not one,
One of the butterflies.
The caterpillar believes it deserves to be a butterfly,
That what takes to be a butterfly,
Is in front of their own eyes.
Underneath the fear, jealousy, anger,
Is the grace and beauty which the butterfly shows.
The butterfly is free of fear, jealousy and anger,
But the caterpillar is inflicted,
Inflicted by its own vices controlled by the leaf.
The caterpillar is jealous,
Jealous of the butterfly's grace and beauty,
Jealous of the butterfly's experience outside these walls,
Jealous that it cannot be a butterfly.
The caterpillar looks within these walls,
And sees nothing,
Nothing of grace and beauty,
Nothing the butterfly has touched,
And something dwells within its heart of corruption,
It is anger of the butterfly.
The caterpillar is angry,
Because the butterfly does nothing,
Nothing to stop the vices.
The stagnant reality of their morality.
The caterpillar swears to his heart,
That the butterfly was not once a brother,
A brother to the caterpillar.
The caterpillar swears if the butterfly,
Falls within these walls,
The butterfly must be devoured,
To receive the grace and beauty,
Of the butterfly.
Yet as the butterfly experiences the world,
Outside of these walls,
He learns he is within these walls,
The walls of the things which love the butterfly,
For his grace and beauty.
The butterfly learns the caterpillar is disgraced.
The butterfly gains wisdom within these walls,
And the butterfly wishes to bring wisdom home.
However the butterfly learns,
The caterpillar lives with three things,
Three things that suppress the grace and beauty,
Fear, jealousy, anger.
The butterfly with this knowledge knows,
Knows he cannot return.
For he will be devoured unloved.
The butterfly does not know one thing,
One thing outside his infinite wisdom,
One thing that renders his wings clipped,
The caterpillar and butterfly are equal.