The Distracted Butterfly
Focusing on past instead of purpose

Wrapped in layers of silky thread In your cocoon, Protected from harmful forces, You grew.
Not meant to live there forever, So you emerged, Your beauty awe to the world, Promise met.
How wrong it would be If you remained in that place, Focused on your temporary home, Never emerging.
Content to look at the remains of protection Never flying or pollinating, or showing your beauty to the world, Purpose unmet.
