"pensive"

I am like an old soul trapped in a younger body in this tired old world.

As the ugly young catepillar tries to survive her daily life to reach her metamorphose cycle,
the layer of the leaf is just to big for me to digest it myself,
while I know I could share it with my other catepillar fellows,
but even we are the same species and even I tried to send them the frekwence through my little anthena sometimes they just don't understand,
or just take advantage of my naivity.

How could I still be naive while that cycle of life I've done it before?

I still smile as we both smiled when we heard the sounds of the leaves carresed by the winds, as we both knew even the nature needs to communicate with each other.

That memory still haunts me like the sounds of the eagle wing echoed on the valley, maybe because I let it been heard, as I still taking care preciously of the old wound and won't let it healed..

As the days go by followed by the star dust in the sky,
I will just have to wait until my metamorphose time comes by,
then I will graciously spread my wings and fly..