The Caterpillar.

So I found this caterpillar today and I couldn't help but notice if I was staring at him

Or him staring back at me then back at him?

Could he look into my soul and see what I cannot?

I may always be a man but he will always not be a caterpillar.

He will someday spread his wings and leave this place onto bigger and better things.

I too, am jealous of this transformation and reflect upon my own life on this matter.

Can he be better than me? Is he really happy?

Instead I squashed him.

There's always gonna be some jerk out there that’s gonna ruin your day.

Lesson Learned.