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

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