A grub worm escaping from a doom
To live in a suffered cripple
Alive, but fully dead inside
What to do with a life wasted?
To turn it inside out,
To be a candy in and out
To melt the slug and to cacoon into a
butterfly
But Nature tok her place
And cast away the unimportant
Through a slow and tormentful selection
And I, backslapped with a wicked hand
Spread out into the forest deep
The others weren't left to die, not I
Lift me in a caring hand
And feed me pebbles to stop the hunger
I wouldn't take up that much space
I wouldn't be a bother all that much
And with enough practice,
Maybe I coud be like you too
A grub, just think, could turn into,
Something so great
Save a doom and make it whole
A living thing so lost inside
A worthless grub of fat and slime
Save a doom, and maybe think, just maybe
Not I
