A box and its name

Bend
beneath the wind of watching eyes
fold yourself to fit
the waiting shelves of expectation

mould your tongue
to run between the rails
and bind your mind
firm within its chamber

for if it were to flee
to break free and roam
become the breeze
through these hallowed halls of disbelief

then, though they'd cry and shout
leap and spread their will to walls
not a soul could stretch
from sea to sky
and in their Kingdom
stop it