Cocooner

As I close my eyes
Inside I see this root
This root is twisted
It plunges downward
Into the depths
Into the depths
Into the depths of the edges
The boundaries are blurred
Gate’s left open, shut, open
Left out in the cold
Changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing, changing,
changing, mutating
Blown by the breezes
Changing with the tide
Pushing towards the light
Changing, mutating, twisted, fading in my hands
Carried by the breezes
Changing with the tide
Changing with the tide
Pushing towards the light
Pushing, pushing towards the light
Expelling the darkness
Carrying the memories
In cells
In cells
In make up
In rounded eggs
In my rounded egg
In my fragile shell
It’s a delicate balancing act
Delicate balancing act
Question
Where is the light?
Fear of change
Fear the change
Be the same
Be the change
Be the same
Be the same