Butterflies begin
from having been a larva
As a child is born
from being in a mother s womb
But how many times
have you wished you were some other; Someone than who you are.
Yet who s to say that if all were uncovered
You will like what you see; You can only be you
as I can only be me.
Flowers can not bloom
until it is their season
As we would not be here
unless it was our destiny
But how many times
have you wished to be in spaces
Times
places than what you were.
Yet who s to say with unfamiliar faces
You could any more be; Loving you that you d see
You can only be you
as I can only be me.
Hoooo ohooo oohooouhooooo I can only be me.
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