So I found this caterpillar today and I couldn't help but notice if I was staring at him
Or him staring back at me then back at him?
Could he look into my soul and see what I cannot?
I may always be a man but he will always not be a caterpillar.
He will someday spread his wings and leave this place onto bigger and better things.
I too, am jealous of this transformation and reflect upon my own life on this matter.
Can he be better than me? Is he really happy?
Instead I squashed him.
There's always gonna be some jerk out there that’s gonna ruin your day.