we live life in and out of cocoons

i'm in one of those cocoons again
the kind i used to write about so much when i was a kid
the kind i used to brag about when i was a kind of kid
i actually love being in that magical transition
not because of the awkwardness
but because of the splendidness that follows
everyone wants to be a butterfly
but it's the limbo that is most amazing
it's the transformation that you admire
the fodder for fables
that you share with your make believe grandchildren
the fairy tales that you love to deliver
i'm obviously in a place of reconsideration
i'm obviously not drowning in solace
i can't wait until i am happy though
because everyone likes to be happy
including myself

i said it a long time ago while sitting in my apartment in my hometown
soon after i left home...only to return
'we live life in and out of cocoons'
could i possibly have been any more wise?
i doubt it
i seriously doubt it