Metamorphosis
In tadpole days
My fleeting stage
On floating lily pads
I planned my future plays
In dazzling rooms
I gladly grew
Past the pond I put behind me
And find the man inside me
I once would sing with you
Our caterpillar tunes
Left in Roman ruins
In cast aside cocoons
Onto broadway
The meeting stage
I’ve pushed passed poor perceptual blocks
Collect gold bricks each step I walk
I’ve leapt over old Ben Hill
No leftover cold ill will
We leapt over Ben Hill
Wash away the fears we killed
I once would sing with you
These praying mantis tunes
Restored the Roman ruins
From catalyst cocoons
I’ve flown from the past
I don’t grow too fast
I’ll fly forward still
Far beyond Ben Hill