The Box
i stare at it wondering
what marvels it might hold
i stand there truly pondering
what wonders it might behold
Alas i am to frightened
to show the world its marvels
as they might take what has brightened
my life like white marble
The owl tells me to open
darkness tells me to withhold
a torn mind united by pen
The room turns cold
The question remains
open and set the mind free
or close and bind myself in chains
i choose to open and let it grow like a tree
