It's not that I need to flee,
Neither that I want to dissapear.
I am just feeling so little,
I need to grow.
So I need my room to breath,
So I can be what I am supossed to,
When that time has come u will see me again.
Grown, feeling so big, and right with you.
Maybe this is why a caterpillar grows a cocoon to become a butterfly.
