The Cocoon

An early defeat can stifle your beat. Don't worry, rise to your feet. Plan the comeback, pick up some slack. Don't run and hide, Don't build a cocoon to live inside. A foolishly devised wall, separating you from the outside. A kind of death. A social suicide. Just a waste of time, emerging on the other side even further behind. Innocuous actions become brutal cruelty. Loneliness causes withering sanity. Frequent daydreams separate you from reality. Then one day you realize, Life passed you by, and you're not a butterfly... Just a moth set aloft to chase what shines, Only to burn up, even though you saw the signs.