The Box

SO HERE WE GO AGAIN,

BROKEN GLASS ON THE FLOOR

REPRESENTING LIFES STRUGGLE

AS I LOCK THE DOORS BEHIND

ME, UNABLE TO LET YOU IN.

LIFES STRUGGLE ISN'T SO HARD

NOW THAT I'VE ENCLOSED

MYSELF IN A SMALL BOX

OF MY OWN IMAGINATION.

FINDING SHELTER IN A CORNER,

IM HUDDLED UP IN A FETAL POSITION

WITH ONLY THE SOUNDS

OF MY OWN BREATHING AND

THE "TAP TAP" OF YOUR

KNUCKLES AGAINST THE MARBLE WHITE DOOR.

BUT YOU CANNOT COME IN

BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW LIFE'S STRUGGLE,

IT HOLDS YOU DOWN LIKE PAPER WEIGHT

AND BREAKS YOUR SOUL DOWN INTO MATTER

AS A MATTER OF FACT CUZ MATTER IS A FACT

OF MINDS CREATE MATTER, SO WHAT IS SPIRIT?

LISTENING TO AMEYTHEST ROCK STAR

AS I GAZE INTO THE STARS

FROM MY ONE WINDOW BOX

RAPIDLY WRITING MY THOUGHTS

BEFORE THEY BECOME A BLOT

IN MY MIND AS IT RACES

1000 LAPS A SECOND

AND MAN THOSE LAPS ARE LONG.

NOT LONG AS IN LENGTH BUT LONG AS IN TIME,

BECAUSE IT TAKES A LONG TIME

TO COME UP WITH POETRY WITHOUT RHYME

THAT SPITS MEANING INTO EVERY EAR THATS OPEN,

EVERY MOUTH THATS SOUND, TO EVERY

MIND THATS HOPING, TO EVERY WORD THATS

SPOKEN, WORD.

WEEKS TURN TO YEARS,

YEARS TO DECADES,

I FINALLY LET YOU IN

LEARNING OF LIFES STRUGGLES

AND ME, FINDING YOU A WORN OUT

MAN HUNCHED OVER, GRAY HAIR,

BAGS ENCIRCLING YOUR EYES

AND YOUR FEET ARE CRACKED WITH

THE TOIL EQUAL TO THAT OF OUR

ANCESTRIAL WORK.

HE SAYS TO ME,

"LIFES STRUGGLE ISN'T SO HARD

NOW THAT I'VE ENCLOSED MYSELF IN A SMALL BOX

OF MY OWN IMAGINATION."

HE SMILES AS HIS EYES CLOSE AND HUDDLES INTO

A FETAL POSITION AND TAKES THE FORM OF A BABY,

LETTING GO OF LIFES STRUGGLES,

HE FINDS A NEW START WITH THE KNOWLEDGE

HE'S EARNED,

WITH THE PHRASE HE LIVED WITH,

"LIFES STRUGGLE ISN'T SO HARD NOW THAT I'VE ENCLOSED

MYSELF IN A SMALL BOX OF MY OWN IMAGINATION."

WE MUST LET GO.