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 molds my destiny
Life is the rezoning for the cause
My existence bids to nature's 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
Changes in seven year cycles
Still wandering - does my shell have a cause?
The end
A measure of my worth