In the ooze of the cocoon

Things start to gel

Once weak and forgotten

Phase two of life begins

Within the chambers of the shell

Change is happening

In the dark

Metaphysicals begin the metamorphosis

Cells divide and realign

Seeking growth of the highest form

And a coming of age begins with the crack of light entering the chamber

Pecking away at the confines of time past

A new form emerges

And dreams are born

Flying smooth as a king

Because expectations have been met head on

Like a tornado born of whimsy winds

And reborn rain

I float on towards the castle in the sky