like a skin

Sara Groves

The butterfly can just look back
Flap those wings and say Oh, yeah
I never have to be a worm again

The snake gets tired of being him
He wriggles from that itchy skin
Leaves it lying where heââ?¬â?¢s been and moves on

Iââ?¬â?¢ve been longing for something tangible
Some kind of proof that thereââ?¬â?¢s been change in me

Feels like I have been waking up
Only to fight with the same old stuff
Change is slow and it fills me with such doubt
Come on New Man where have you been
Help me wriggle from this Self Iââ?¬â?¢m in
And leave it like a skin upon the ground