me , the very hungry caterpillar.
i am never really pleased ,
never really not hungry.
i can never read all the books i want ,
i can never be all the people i admire to be.
i will never be able to learn everything , to have every job i aspire to see.
i will always be limited by time ,
my wings will always be caged — never able to spread to their fullest , a tragic crime.
if my eyes get foggy and my soul withers away , it will know that though it now is free ,
there is nothing i can really be.
fig tree's rot away before my eyesight ,
my hand stopped in the air from reaching for one fig ,
because i couldn't think of a decision.
what if it will never make me as happy as i could be?
wasted potential is haunting me ,
digging its nails into my heart and gulping down my despair.
it whispers in my ears , planting its lullaby in my skull like ivy.
i am hungry, thus i am never pleased.
─ ⊹ ⊱⊰ ⊹ ─
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