The Butterfly

Life is like a butterfly
We are born like caterpillars
Striving through the hustles of life
Designed to diminish our purpose.
Still, we spring out talents and watchers
Just as butterflies hangs upside down from a twig or leaf and spins itself a silky cocoon or molts and radically transforms its body, eventually emerging as a butterfly or moth.

Life wasn't created to be easy or fair
It's the survival of the fittest.
We perfect replica of our distance cousin's in the forest or zoo.

Our intelligence starts were theirs ended.
The truth about life is it’s a mystery
We can't assure tomorrow or promise happiness
We can't even define ourselves.

I guess we are just an instrument to an end
the purpose of which we are blind of
but in odds of this unfairness
we have developed into something to be proud of
warriors of our time.