A piece of my mind
My emotions are tied in a box at the bottom of the ocean.
I only think for te benefit of others and that should be a crime.
When my emotions ran free I saw bushes and trees
Flowers and bees and all sorts of pretty things.
Once I came across a cave, and those were the end of my childish days.
the sky became a ceiling of ivory instead of blue
and my time was filled with worries I never knew.
My dreams are never my own anymore
and I always feel like crying on the floor-
but no.
I will not get upset when my bushes become pens,
as my trees turn their leaves into paper
and all my pretty things are all distant dreams.
The box was in the cave.
It was all so strategically planned.
I lost it all at once.
So much happened before pandora opened that box.