I stay in my room Like a turtle with their shells Bound to it Hiding from predators I may be slow But I’ll win The rabbit with its ego Leaping away from its shell While I’m bound to mine Waiting to not be hidden Waiting for my chance When the predators are gone When will I able to let go Of this shell That keeps me from a world of greatness
Woah a poem. Also I finally (somewhat) started to work on an old story from 2022. Just adjusting a few things in the timeline of it. Poem by meh. Song- The DJ is Crying for Help by AJR Also please consider joining my studio! I'd love to meet other writers! https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/32168475
