Cocooned in this life
The position you are at is it
You cannot change it
Unless the shell breaks
How do you break the shell
When you cannot move
Or turn your position
What option do you have?
You cannot lie and wait
Letting the world go by
Waiting for a chance to pass by
It may never come your way
As you grow from the inside
The shell might break early
And free the living within
To grow and shine inside and outside
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