The egg as a life.

Look at yourself like an egg.

Outside your hard, this is how people perceive you.

Inside your soft, this is your conscience.

If you crack, and people see,

The true you that's inside.

Does it mean the yolks on them or you?

At some point all us eggs crack.

And I fair few go bad.

But what about those who hatch?

Are they something new?

Does this mean they're better?

Or just look different?

Maybe their outside has changed,

And they are perceived different.

But inside they're always going to be the same.

Just the same as the rest of the eggs.

Sorry its just mindless drivel! But I thought it was rather profound at first.