cocoon

there is no necessity in this quest
it is a journey and this scream is primal
as this evolves to be more like
fluttering changed caterpillars.

what stage?
who knows, most likely still in the cocoon
but I sense the silk is slowly wearing away
I can fel the threads tread under my toes
they are eager,
yearning for exposure

and what wings I will have
to show off in this new world, one where
care
and justice and love
fill the minds of all as these notes fill my vocal

oh, c’est belle, c’est belle, cette vie
j’adore, j’adore.
et je veux. je veux encore. je veux plus dont j’ai besoin.