Even when things are going well,
Though, in the end it makes life go by faster,
It also makes me feel like it's more than just a shell,
Protecting a soul until it can quietly slip out,
Disturbing the least amount of people possible.
I want my soul to dash around like a pinball,
And make every shell it hits roll like a ball.
And on the horizon I see a great change,
With the arrival of a big part,
Of my second half. I feel our lives will be provided,
A new expression of our individual arts.
And it's alright,
If everything seems to stay the same,
We can't but help to see the world differently,
Or to, even slightly, readjust our aim.
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