I’m not the man I used to be,
metamorphic cocoon is surrounding me.
I’ve made many changes that made me feel worse,
on advice from the doctors who threatened the hearse.
I’m not the man you think I am,
saying I can’t when I know that I can.
I float in the clouds with my feet on the ground,
safe in the knowledge there is no one around.
I’m not the boy that you once knew,
not happy go lucky with friends now so few.
I no longer play the jester in court,
too serious in life to be a good sport.
I’m not the baby I was on day one,
innocent and carefree of all that went on.
No more the new hatchling now I have grown,
matured into the magpie this bird has now flown.