We don't really care about caterpillars.

 There she is - 

The girl that didn’t jump 

On the passing opportunity 

As it swung by 

Amidst the cliche music 

Her cinematic 

Blossoming 

Never happened. 


Is she still the “before” then? 

If there’s still no “after”? 


Where’s the alchemy of change? 


And why do we only care about caterpillars because of butterflies? 


What if there’s no transformation? 

What if I'm always stuck? 

Then? 

There? 

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