Turn Your Head and Kafka

my days as a larvae are largely a worth while living eating leaves apart from bark of fallen trees life's a lark except to mind the aardvarks and andvanced chimps that surmise this stick looks like a tool but that's old school for a feeling foretold someday my wings would unfold and what after all are wings but who am i to think these things untrue so a day comes and i find i'm one a hard shelled beetle but in bed on my back and can't get up to use those oh so useful wings