Boxes of People
I was always the responsible one
Limited by my own maturity
I never fit in
I wasn't fun enough for my age
Or educated enough for adults
I never fit in
Eventually, I realized there wasn't anything to fit in to
So I made my own box
I helped others make their own box, and
Connected it to mine through a tunnel
And made a network
Of tiny little boxes
And when I get out off my box,
And see the vast spread of squares
I understand
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