Metamorphosis

I thought we were intelligent.
Comical and belligerent.
Saying words that don't exist,
Reading books, and losing it.

Inside, outside.

It looks different from both views.

I can feel the changing.
The wrapping and escaping.
I can feel the unravel,
Of becoming.
Born.

Out of the layers that turn to crisp.
Flies out a butterfly in the mist.

And this is the part you've been waiting for,
You can call me sunshine.