Rite of Passage
Half-dead, wrapped and sealed in a dusty cocoon
Half-alive, I can feel my senses slowly awakening
And I hearken the wide world outside beckoning
It looks as if I am to hatch and break out soon
I will squint a bit in shock to the incandescent sun,
stretch my sore muscles and my brand new wings,
then I'll come find you my doted love, my only one!
Coyly I'll whisper to you all kinds of tender things,
I'll recount my baffling visions and bizarre dreams.
From my days back in the thrall of my spun womb
tell you what the world from inside a prison seems
I'll even accept I'm on a journey towards my tomb!
I'll listen closely all about your exploits whilst alive
of the places and names and that one crucial song
Of your feud with the spineless insiders of the hive.
And if you're summoned away urgently I'll be along
If you'll only have my heart
If you'll promise that we'll never part.
I'll make this precarious rite of passage for you
And I will gladly live to die, ever yours, ever true.
Or else why ever be born?
only to exist
doomed, alone and forlorn?