Boxes and Doors

Boxes are nothing more than glorified traps
Hiding away contents the seeing eye only wishes to understand
Taping lies down
Chaining secrets up
Leaving the mind to escape to a land of fantasy
Because that's the only freedom allowed
Isolation consumes the body
Leaving curiosity bottled up inside
Continually searching for the gate
Hoping for the enlightened freedom
Running and searching for the holy light
Falling face first through the  rotted door
Finally taking in the freedom with all senses
From the bright sun to the wondrous sky
And Space, infinite space
Filled with the unknown
Including  many  unspeakable horrors
That happen to frequently
Wide eyes
Anxiety
One thought
Second thought
All you want is back inside
Forever safely trapped in the box