by Tom Leonard
On becoming a butterfly,
A caterpillar breaks free from its bonds,
Like a leaf turns into a tree,
And flies into golden ponds,
Like a child chrysalises into the adult
They wanna be.
You can evolve into the great artist,
Or river dancer of your dreams;
Even when you fall flat on your backside,
And make a pig's ear of everything,
Just shut you eyes and see,
Welcome is a lamb that becomes a lion,
Who defies the locusts of repression,
Who stands for the vulnerable, and the weak,
Who tries to climb the spiritual peaks.
You can chrysalise into your fantasy;
Just imagine, and wait and see;
You have the insights of a Confucius of old;
Just break free.