Cocooner - Maple Bee

As I close my eyes

Inside I see this root

This root is twisted

It plunges downward

Into the depths

Into the depths

Into the depths of the edges

The boundaries are blurred

Gate’s left open, shut, open

Left out in the cold

Changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing,

changing, mutating

Blown by the breezes

Changing with the tide

Pushing towards the light

Changing, mutating, twisted, fading in my hands

Carried by the breezes

Changing with the tide

Changing with the tide

Pushing towards the light

Pushing, pushing towards the light

Expelling the darkness

Carrying the memories

In cells

In cells

In make up

In rounded eggs

In my rounded egg

In my fragile shell

It’s a delicate balancing act

Delicate balancing act

Question

Where is the light?

Fear of change

Fear the change

Be the same

Be the change

Be the same

Be the same