“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

wriggles from that itchy skin

leaves it lying where he’s been

and moves on…

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.”

lyrics from ‘like a skin‘ by sara groves – ‘change’ taken from 8:1 in ecclesiastes.