In their shell
Egg beyond the pain
Yolk of a unknown self
to find the self truth
Balloons on the brain
Lifting me far away
Helping sit in the abstract beyond
Fine, gone, wrong
Am I good for the hen or cock?
Reciprocity motto layers the beast
Always asleep next to me
Never hatching, like me inside this shell
Paper machine in a paper shell
Egg made by the same name as I
Will I hatch?
Will I latch?
Will I merge with the other me?
I’m scared.
Scared of what will be
It’s ok for now though this egg is comfy
One day though, all the futures I can see
Self-truth is my me
