Settings change and I am not the same
Fear grips the flesh
Scolding me with hot flashes of hell
I am always moving
Is it escape or evolution?
Is it a paradox that my nothingness has grown?
And again that I am polished like sterling silver?
Stow away on the ship to the great frontier
Who hides when heaven is reached
Afraid that when eyes are opened they will be gouged out
I live, I eat, I pray
I sin, I lose, I rise
A cycle that changes little
Am I just stuck on a plateau?
I am locked inside of the shell
Exposing myself when it gets to warm in here
In time I will grow and need a new home