User:Poetic jumbo garbage

Stuck

Stuck inside this little box Only a small hole to peer outside And there I am, standing there But I’ve already seen this a thousand times

The talk, the sigh, the walk, the cry And there I go, into a box And I poke a hole inside And I go and watch again A thousand times

Others walk by, but none look my way A few hear a pound, but none think about What it could be, what could be making that sound They approach for no more than a minute, and go on their merry way A smile on their face, and they don’t even notice the box

Now here I am, pounding once again Trying desperately to remove What I’ve placed about my head But it doesn’t work, the people won’t hear And the few that do can only peer But the box is bigger than they think, And darker too

An inescapable box, but I brought myself here. It’s all to myself, I won’t let anyone in And I definitely won’t let anyone have a box of there own I’m the only one good enough for a box