Shell

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
changes in seven year cycles
still wandering - does my shell have a cause?
the end. a measure of my worth