No More TurtleI've always been a TurtleHiding inside my shellWhenever I feel uncomfortableOftenI've always been doing thingsProductive, Imaginative thingsBeing outside my shell and thrivingBut only when I was aloneWhen no one was watchingBut now,I'm going to peep outside my shell.Talk to people.Stay out of quiet corners.Laugh.Smile.Not be afraid.It's going to be hard,Going against Turtle instinct.I know I'll want to hide.I know I'll be terrified.I know it'll take time.But one day, I'm going to completely come out of my shell.One day, I won't even need my shell anymore.Because I know I'm missing out,Hiding inside my shell,And life isn't about hiding.It's about seeking.Feeling.Being.You can't do it alone.I'm not going to be a Turtle anymore.Even though I've always been a Turtle.I'm not going to be a Turtle anymore.
The Confusing Daze of New WorldsIt was rather strange, once I thought about it. I mean, I was in a land where animals talked and lived together in harmony, despite their eating habits! Wait a minute, now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen anyone eat since I got here. It hit me that the place where I was wasn't normal in the slightest.I rose from my bed. It was quite comfortable, despite the fact that it was made from grass and tree branches.Questions; they were arising from my head. Where the heck was I? I looked around. No one was near. My head was spinning. I had been here for a day, but the question was, where was here? For one day I was in a land where . . . where . . . they could all talk. The animals could talk together, and I could understand them. I talked with them! What? . . . I shook my head. This was all a dream; it had to be. There was no way . . .As if on cue the Kangaroo appeared next to my bed. The look on her face told me that she knew I was confused.“Wha? I don't under-”“I