Here I sit in my shell and poke my head out ever now and then wondering will the sky cave in. I know I can win a race cause I beat the hare in the past. I learned from his mistakes that you don't take things for granted . Yet here in my shell life can be lonely , people don't know what to make of my shell . The outside is a placid green yet the inside looks like hell. Don't much room to move yet my shell is my home. I ask God for a new home and he says I created you with the shell accept and move on. God made me to be me. God showed me once how to be happy with what I had . But now that I sat under the apple tree and got knocked on the head , I feel the sky is caving in. God wants me to be patience you see , but for me I am becoming a snapping turtle with in. what if I hurt someone in the end. God please throw a trap or hook and reel me in. God I think I might just meet you in the park on the bench under the tree and let you in. God The sky is caving in. God the sky is caving in please stop me from letting this be the end , cause the sky is caving in.