Metamorphosis

from a cocoon you spread wings
and adore colors and rise with the wind
from the shell you shine bright
and the pearl comes out giving light
from the pond dirty and filthy
you rise as lotus bloom
but when time passes by
why do i try
to build the shell around me
with deals and exclusivity rights
and eyes covered not to see the plights
no person, no human, no thing around
just deals and contracts and flings
and the sentences in legal lingo
making and framing relations
ah well... i like it
when i am no longer the emotional fool !!!