The abundance of pores in this shell
Manifest as I draw experience
Only time will tell
If I've manufactured a spiritual cell
Filling each space with what I see
Experience moulds my destiny
Life is the reasoning for the cause
My existence bids to natures laws
My body a shell of human cells that contain me
Myself a kaleidoscope of thoughts that won't set me free
With each breath that I take I slowly fill the space which will be me!
This feeling it causes me to
While away the years and suck experience
Till my shell is filled and I die
Woven flesh - tomb encases my soul
Changse in seven year cycles
Still wandering - does my shell have a cause?
The end. A measure of my worth.
Writer(s): Rodney Holder, Adam Agius, John Bray, Roy Torkington
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