cracks in my shell

Cracks in my shell

the things that i thought were what wanted
seem to be within grasp
and from there i have to ask
what do i do from there?
with all these goals we set for our lives
what use to us are they?
the turtle who walks amongst the stones has
as many cracks in his shell as his befriended
anchored down companions
he seems impenetrable and almost untouchable
but he never makes a decision he doesn't plan to
follow through with
but when he arrives there whats next?

i'm sitting here collecting my thoughts
on everything i think on a daily basis
being ever careful with my words
i choose to say that i know where i want to be
what i want to do
and even how i want to do it
its just somethings i'm just not used to
i'm not used to having my friends being always there
i'm not used to having a girlfriend who ACTUALLY CARES
i'm not used to this whole college thing