Where do you look?
Where do you look to find everything you are supposed to be?
Life is a gift, 
And it is abused like one.

Thrown away, boxed up, shoved in the back of the closet
Life should be loved, used every day 
Until it is worn out, falling apart.
It will grow old whether you use it or not.

There is no point in leaving it on the shelf of a cubeicle 
No point in putting it in a glass box. 
It must be worn on your sleeve.
It is not something to hide from.

Your life is an egg, fragle and simple.
Leave it be, and let it spoil alone
or use the humble egg you were given 
to create something amazing