The shell and the chick make an egg
The shell is protective of the chick inside
It shields the chick from destructive objects outside
The chick in turn makes the shell complete
Emptiness isn’t around
Through time the chick develops inside
With the help of the shell which saves it from harm
It houses the nutrients that the chick needs in its progress
But as days pass by the shell would look modest for the chick
The chick would begin to find its way outside
And embrace the external factors that it once feared of facing
Of course the shell would be broken
But the chick really needs to be developed outside
To be a full-grown chicken in due time
Sometimes it’s better for the shell to let go of the chick
But the shell would never be whole again
It would be torn into pieces
But who knows, someone might pick it up
And learn how to do the mosaic
It can adorn the walls
It can capture your eyes
But it can never satisfy your soul
Like what the shell did to the chick...
The shell is protective of the chick inside
It shields the chick from destructive objects outside
The chick in turn makes the shell complete
Emptiness isn’t around
Through time the chick develops inside
With the help of the shell which saves it from harm
It houses the nutrients that the chick needs in its progress
But as days pass by the shell would look modest for the chick
The chick would begin to find its way outside
And embrace the external factors that it once feared of facing
Of course the shell would be broken
But the chick really needs to be developed outside
To be a full-grown chicken in due time
Sometimes it’s better for the shell to let go of the chick
But the shell would never be whole again
It would be torn into pieces
But who knows, someone might pick it up
And learn how to do the mosaic
It can adorn the walls
It can capture your eyes
But it can never satisfy your soul
Like what the shell did to the chick...
Once upon a time.
