born In an old withered cocoon , November 4th 1992.
the World outside is something I wasn't prepared for , not even a clue.
So sensitive, so innocent, a soul as beautiful as gold.
wings were just starting to show , in with new and out with the old.
I wish I would of learned the ins and outs of life...not asking for much. just some helpful advice for when times get tough.
before I learned how to fly , this butterfly fell...more times I would like to admit , I was destined for hell.
who wants a washed up and broken butterfly?
aren't I supposed to be big , colorful beautiful and bold ? wings that can fly to the sky and help the universe unfold.
26 years later I want to be free, to feel mother nature underneath my wings.
today I choose to be the odd butterfly , the ones no one understands.
I'm fine with that , I have always been the leader of my own band.
©scorpio
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