I will never understand
why the caterpillar is forced
to become exquisite butterfly or tender moth.
Is it advantageous to suddenly rely on ornate wings
when one is used to having two or more
plain old feet on the ground?
The molting of the self in order to adapt
to the confines of perceived nature is foolishness.
I would rather remain as a caterpillar and walk forever
than with the beautiful ones fly through ungrounded sky.


Copyright © 2011 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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