Good Life

It was a little cold the day I was so bold to step out of my shell
Or perhaps the shell kept me warm and sheltered me from the storm
I had not yet let out a breath

The foreshadowed evening air leapt without a care
The children run right by and I'm not afraid as they cry to one another aloud
I'm surrounded by a crowd
I walk out of the shroud I've always been in and this is when I can see that this is the good life

2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
October 3, 2006
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