"The butterfly can just look back,
flap his wings and say 'oh yeah'
'I never have to be a worm again'.
The snake gets tired of being him,
he wiggles from that itchy skin,
leaves it lying where he's been and moves on.
I've been longing for something tangible
Some kind of proof that there's been a 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've you been,
help me wiggle from this self I'm in,
and leave it like a skin upon the ground"
Sometimes Sara Groves just says it better than I can.