Shell

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

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