There are no rules,
but there is cause and effect.

When I was littler,
I thought that when I grew up
and metamorphosized into an adult
I would be a butterfly.

You know, one of those
played-out metaphors.

What I’m saying is
I thought I would be successful,
morally upright, maybe rich,
a good person,
someone who did good to and by others.

That’s what I did
all that work for, right?

Said no to drugs (up to a point),
went to a good school,
got a degree,
avoided debt and moral pitfalls
(up to a point)
and tried to be good.

I came out of my chrysalis and I am a moth,
like so many of us are.

Motherfucker, 
I can still fly 
though.