The Butterfly Inside

Starting the preliminaries
but the rest is up to fate
carry me along the path
as it takes me through the wait
I am restless and figeting
getting anxious to perform
waiting to begin my life
Soon I will transform
I can feel the energy changing
The colours coming through
My intuition knows what's coming
turning in to something new
but I am bound by time
Like a caterpillar in a chrysalis
silent and still, swayed by the wind
Waiting for a metamorphisis
When finally my time comes
I will be reborn
Open up my wings and fly
something to adorn

Riddle/poem: What am I?

I’m fast, I always take the shortest route.
You’ll be shocked by the things I do,
I’ll make your hair stand on end.
I get charged up, then I descend.
I’m flashy, I can bring the heat,
A trail of ashes behind my feet
I have the power to start the beat
and wake the dead from their sleep.
Watch me, I’m a spectacle,
I’m something quite revered
take cover, while you cower in awe,
I always get a thunderous applause.