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The Box
I live in a box
In the morning when I wake
I drive in a box
To the place where I make
A little money to pay for the box
I work in a box
Surrounded by others
Who also work in a box
My mind is smothered
Left to dwindle in a box
My hopes and dreams
And memories before the box
Consumed my light
And I taught my children about the box
Thinking that it was right
As it turns out, it was Pandora’s box
And when I dared to open the box
I was sorely disappointed
There was nothing in the box
In the end I was anointed
I had the courage to crush the box
I live simply now without the box
The money the work all gone
If I had a choice again to close the box
The choice would not be wrong
I would burn down the box
And never look back
In the morning when I wake
I drive in a box
To the place where I make
A little money to pay for the box
I work in a box
Surrounded by others
Who also work in a box
My mind is smothered
Left to dwindle in a box
My hopes and dreams
And memories before the box
Consumed my light
And I taught my children about the box
Thinking that it was right
As it turns out, it was Pandora’s box
And when I dared to open the box
I was sorely disappointed
There was nothing in the box
In the end I was anointed
I had the courage to crush the box
I live simply now without the box
The money the work all gone
If I had a choice again to close the box
The choice would not be wrong
I would burn down the box
And never look back
Published 14th Jan 2019
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14th Jan 2019 1:26pm
15th Jan 2019 1:57pm
14th Jan 2019 1:38pm
15th Jan 2019 1:58pm
Thank you for the commentary, I feel the same way - they are getting smaller and smaller (especially here in California)
15th Jan 2019 1:42am
15th Jan 2019 1:58pm
23rd Jun 2019 11:48pm
This is a powerful social commentary on the "Grand Narrative" that we have all been sold...powerful poem. There was one thing left in Pandora's "box"...hope. Philosophers and mythologists have debated whether this was Zeus's greatest revenge on humans or a gift?
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
