Lost inside,
Like a tortoise, my head pops up once in a while, to see if I’m safe or in the wild
For some fresh air & to get loose from that piece of hair.
To see if I’m on the right track
Or if I need to track back
I’m always cocooned
In my brittle shell
In my little hell
Trying to keep all intact with my tough act.
In my little hell.
Trying to keep all intact with my tough act.
