Is this how the caterpillar feels,
As it climbs inside it's cacoon?
Body spent on life attained,
Traded for this tomb.

This life of toil,
It's already been lost or won,
Life's been hard,
At last my work is done.

This ship, the sturdiest I could build,
And I've built it for the moon,
So judge me now,
I'm ready for whatever I become.