Lilac (Metamorphosis)

You stare at your foolish reflection
Who looks back at you, asking for grace
No visible movement occurring
But just underneath, in your mind, you're running a race

Thinking I swear I lack a secret ingredient of sorts
Wonder if it's lemon juice or lilac, a gallon or maybe two quarts

Sorting photographs on your phone
Metamorphosis comes right as soon as you think you're all grown
Lovely moments spent all alone
Reinvention, it comes right as soon as you start to feel known

You stare at the dreamscape before you
Who knew that chaos could move so slow
The time will come for April showers
And if you're not able to wait for the flowers
May the petrichor get you by in the darkest of hours

Thinking I swear I lack a secret ingredient of sorts
Wonder if it's gratitude or time back, a cryptic nonsensical sport

Sorting photographs on your phone
Metamorphosis comes right as soon as you think you're all grown
Lovely moments spent all alone
Reinvention, it comes right as soon as you start to feel known



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Bode
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