All things must change,
But not all must crumble,
For what is a butterfly sans its cocoon?
The rocket man has found himself,
Nestled in a titanium shell,
It does not truly keep him locked inside;
It fends off the blows, as well.
The leader has learned to fall freely,
He's learned to apologize and atone.
The more that he learns to trust in other's hands,
The more good will come of his own.
The alien has learned of this weary world,
Of suns and volcanoes and tongues,
But she has also learned of emotion;
Words from the heart, not the lungs.
Somehow, someway, the betrayer still burns,
Her flesh untouched but her heart aflame.
The ones that she loved were all nearly lost;
And only she was to blame.
But stone shall live;
She is the grand show's conducter. Tears shall fall;
She acts as a hero but dies a villian;
She dies to save them all.
What peculiar peace comes in death?
A job well done, or that it all has ended?
Or will she forever burn inside,
Awake until her sins are amended?
And what of the recluse, so apparantly complex,
Once she was unselfish, will now she say?
That maybe, perhaps, she was very simple-
Marked and yet self-tortured, in her own way.
And what of the peter-pan, who has never matured?
Whose tears can fall to the brim of a cup?
Who learned the hard way, through love and through loss,
Things Change; little boys must grow up.