As a friendly fuzzy caterpillar
I crawled slowly, awkwardly.
I was innocent.
I was vulnerable to assault from the outside
As I gorged myself on the world around me.

Now, I am warm in my chrysalis.
And I am growing.
And I am changing.
And when I emerge.............

I will be the most gross, most hideous moth you have ever seen.
And I will throw myself against your reading lamp light bulb all night long.
And I will struggle to hurl myself into a light bulb until I lose consciousness.
The whole time wondering,
. . "Why don't I burn?!"
. . "Shouldn't I be burning?"
. . "This isn't how things were in the old days."