With no expectation,
Or awareness of what she will become,
Is my assumption,
And when she finally emerges,
She is new, but not no longer what she was,
And can forget the life she lived before,
But can't hide it from us.
Oh caterpillar, please be ready,
Not for what you will become, but for what you are,
And take with you all you learned in your present form,
Because all experience helps in the war,
To be alright,
Which is all anyone wishes to be,
And you have to use every weapon in your arsenal,
To maintain you identity.
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