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Metamorphosis
When will you differentiate?
As you wait there eating leaves of poems,
Imbibing dreams, getting ripe with discontent ...
When?
Spin the web of your own reality then
And fall asleep like you are dead.
And no one will know what you have dreamed ...
No one will know they were all words and phrases
You kept in your heart like sinful nourishment ...
Just lay in that crypt, for a segment of eternity
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming ...
You are afraid aren't you?
Afraid you'll turn out into a butterfly so plain.
Hit pause on your metamorphosis,
Just sleep there and dream ...
