Inside a Box

You're trapped in a box, No sense of sight, sign of light, No sound, a quiet so profound. You can feel even the slightest movement, Hear your heart pump like a hard stomp in an infinite echo, And you hear your lungs aspirate with air. In this box you're all alone, your mind racing and thoughts pacing, Imagination going wild. This box is nothing But a limit to your mind, its small because you make it small, There's nobody there because you don't want anyone to be, You can make this box whatever you desire. Create, If you become bored, Destroy, If you need more, Make it so, If you wish to explore, You may go, Open that door, Let it all flow. Your imagination can be a river, Lazy or rapid Running wild and crazy Or stagnant and vapid You hold this power captive Its your choice to let it flow Me, I choose to let it happen. It is power for all Is yours in its own boring cubicle Surrounded by four grey walls? Or is it lucid Creating dreams and fun And love, like Cupid? Imagine Imagine your world colorless Without the power of imagination A tasteless nation No wild creation A grey plantation With no production all just a bore Minds are dull Minds are poor Burning to a core All just a terrible bore And Nothing more. Let imagination run free Like a raging instinct Red, yellow, green, purple, pink, Colors and life galore in and out of sync Never let imagination become the dodo or a dinosaur; extinct.