Thinking Box
Dear Those stuck in a box,
We all have a boundary that make up a box.
We can't see it, but it's our thinking spot.
Some people's spot covers all the inside.
Thinking on the outside fewer reside.
One mind is unusual; He doesn't think inside,
Nor is he with the fewer on the outside.
My brother's spot is those blocks;
He thinks of that box.
Now my thinking spot has shifted.
My mind already drifted.
Isn't reflection of 4 lines that encase
easier than pondering space?
I prefer easier thinking, so on the line I now reside,
But why are so many spots inside and outside?
Do people really like being complicated?
Does it show that they are educated?
If so, can they answer my question
Before I burst with combustion?
It's a simple inquiry, if your spot is on those blocks.
Why is there a thinking box?
Sincerely,
The Thinker of A Box
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