Break the mould??

The little white Egg sitting up in her tree, could see the world for miles, see all she would ever see. In a world like Egg's, your captivated, your trapped with the anchovies, unless you break free. You must crack the linning, break the mould and see for yourself if theres more to the world. If i was Egg, i'd know just what to do, i would call up my couliflower and Nit and Flea, to see if they wanted to come and join me. We would bring the sunshine and sea in a cup so that whereever we went, we knew we were home. From west coast to East coast the trek it is long, but the company we would share would be better than alone.

I am Egg. Or an Egg of sorts, we share the same interests and live the same life. So maybe i am Egg. Will i ever break my mould?

With my hand holding his

and his holding mine

we walk through the pannels

that each divid time

i'm looking at mirrors

where the walls are all black

and i see what i've done

dont want to look back

i shiver and see

im cold and alone

and the hand i was holding

ive noticed is gone

the cold comes a sweeping

my hair whips my face

i feel that im weeping

look down in disgrace

Egg he would call

looking up with glee

to see his brown eyes

searching for me

i'm lost in the void

where the walls are all black

but with the touch off his hand

i am brought back