Sea Monster

How does the nature of people change?
Slowly like bones. Becoming a brand new skeleton of ideas every seven years.
Or is it a violent, sudden overthrow of values long outdated.
A snake struggling out of a skin it's outgrown,
a butterfly breaking out of a prisoners cacoon.
Is it possible to move gracefully through the changes of life like a dancer?
Or do the waves of change keep crashing upon your head as you struggle for air,
pulling you down into the depths of the undertow until you emerge...
a sea monster.