The world is changing, I can feel it. I can see the transformation that affects me. Sometimes I feel stronger and joyful, yet others I become confused, trapped in a foreign world. Why do I feel this way? I thought I would become better but keep the things thatI want; so then, why are the things that Icare for the mostslip through my fingers? I have been chased into a cocoon, but what will I be when I come out? Will I be one that others look up to, or will I be a monster that has lost everything? How do I pick up the threads that I’ve lost, or bind the things I cherish? For the things that change the innocent caterpillar are strange. Where will the metamorphoses take me? How will I change? Well . . . I guess, all I can do is trust in the Lord, for he will lead me on the right path. So the question is, who will I become?