A March Poem

Is this just a phase
This metamorphic maze
Like a caterpillar I cocoon
To await for my escape root
But in my hibernation I'm changing
Unknowingly, secretly and silently
When I awake to their gaze
Am I not what their expecting
Has it truly been so many days
Where am I right now?
Where did I lose touch?
Understand my mind?
The anonymity of my focus;
This wondering eye
Is just atrocious
Looking back
The days are now lost
Most reach for the future
While I stay here in this eternal maze