Apparently

Caterpillars become butterflies

By entering a cocoon.

I need to grow wings, 

To go to the moon. 

And I guess, 

Maybe,

That now I’m in my cocoon. 

Working from

Noon to midnight,

And back to noon.

Making all the efforts
To grow my wings.

Others won’t see that though,

Not until I fly out. Right now,

The cocoon is my protection

From all predators

Hunting the caterpillars.

But if I grow wings, they

Won’t bother me,

Will they?

For now,

It’s just me inside, 

In a half-conscious phase

Wondering when my 

Wings will spread 

Completely. 

Every other caterpillar 

Is somewhere else, 

And I can’t tell if they’re

In their cocoon,

Already out,

Or waiting to enter. 

All I know is that

I need to grow wings,

Leave my cocoon,

And fly all these colors

Up to the moon.