"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live" ~Goethe~
The Box
Dancing into the light Twirling as I think Why am I here tonight Staring at this box Black on pink Doing what I should not Bartering with unusual thought Contemplating a position That blooms anew In transition Just as coming change Rearranges the norm Wears a new form Bound in non conforming Like essences transforming That's why I won't give any thoughts When I don't recognize myself Who am I anyway Stuck in this box A lost journeying soul on Seas of green or blue Searching for the perfect you Who cares about the new rage Turn that boring page Nothing else remains Just days of crazy refrains Nothing to lose or gain So why not Thicken the obtuse plot Open the box now Do what you should not Show us how Pour out potions of change And go for the glory Retell the story About the box Be the change we see The non-conformists Running through delightful mists No one keeping check lists Free and undone Revealing a mystery shown Held in the moon, sun and stars This is who we are Seek the hidden secrets And you will find they all abide outside The box
