The metamorphosis

There ain't any secret corners anymore, there ain't no warm beds to sleep sound and snore,
there ain't any chance of endless stares and ponders, for useless day dreams
there's now a new canvass and you the artist, not the colour anymore.


It's a new story and you take it from page 1, no references to flip back the pages.
you mould new characters and make them yours, whilst the older ones head for the backstage
you ain't a swimmer yet you took the plunge
now be the insane you, dive down and explore all that is in store for you.

Out of the cocoon's shell, you are now your own playwright,
Do not reveal an ostrich's attitude, the new world is watching you
Be a braveheart, an indomitable soul.


Unknown identities surround you all the time, yet you might feel quiet and alone,
you long for you own summers, your own spells of joy,
but this longing is now stale enough to brood over.
You gotta take in the new whiff of air, you gotta sense the new charm.
the new pair of shoes seems just right for you, the assumption is, you gotta wear them well
and walk all upright.....