Once, I met a butterfly
Just broken loose of the cocoon
Sequestered for five years
And allotted one day of freedom,
And yet this creature was:
I would like a butterfly day
Or perhaps, if its not too much to ask,
I have, you remember, been shut up nearly five decades.
I would like to emerge and shed the bonds;
I would like embody beauty and uniqueness;
I would like to be brave and without fear.
I know then that I could fly.