The Idea of Boundaries

The walls rise up

The floors fall down

And I drop

Into the ground

The box is closed

The top taped shut

And there's a churning

In my Gut

I can't get out

Cause I'm locked in

And I think

My life will end

This can't be good

What have I done

I thought that this

Would be more fun

The box shrinks down

And all I see

Are those dreams

Of you and me

I can't believe

That this is real

No idea

How bad I feel

I need to get

Out of the box

I wish I could

Climb out the top       

The End

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