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I wish I could furthermore understand
The curious box remains unlabeled  
 
-But opened
 
Waves of heavy sighs rise deep  
From within a chest with hidden treasures  
 
-Unbeknownst to me
 
I lose myself in mumbled words  
Slurred attempts at peculiar articulations  
 
-Adulthood blooms while waiting for the rain  
 
My hands are full of things  
I dare not let escape my grasp  
 
-Truths of the boy behind a paper-mask  
 
Paper weights and paper clips  
Bind and place black and white pages  
 
-Peculiarities tally  
A deemed successful life  
Whilst blindly passing through the ages  
 
Coffee cups and cracked windowsills
Poetic lines and reminiscent thrills  
 
-I dance the line  
Of self-medication and self-deprivation  
 
Ticking clocks and ticking time bombs  
Round the drums of war  
 
-The likes of where I'm going  
I've never charted before  
 
I wish I could furthermore understand  
The curious box remains unlabeled  
 
-But opened
 
A treasured sigh rises from deep within  
Abolishing the doubt to let growth begin  
 
-Adulthood blooms before the rain  
 
-A war is waged before the reign