Poem
LITTLE BOX by s. streight
I climbed in and shut the lid
On my little box
Looked around, securely sound
Within my own self-trust
But as I gazed about one day
The corners shrunk right in,
the ceiling lowered, as I lay cowered
beneath my own self-whim
the little box that I called home
began to feel quite small
and I began to question then
the thoughts I’d had before
perhaps this place, within my space
was smaller than I thought
perhaps this space, my little box
was not quite adequate
then steadily, deliberately
I began to know
Conceivably, immeasurably
Something had to grow
Maybe I don’t know it all,
or maybe, just a know-it-all
But where before I lived before
Within my special box
And languished there, subjected there
To all my biased thought
The little box that fit so well
my eyes wide open shut
soon began to illustrate,
how inadequate it was
so if perchance you visit there
peeking deep inside
and if perchance you happen to see
the box all dented up
you’ll know that I have moved from there
it’s simply too corrupt
the thoughts I had while living there
were anything but just
at this point, within my life
with wrenching clarity
I’ve begun to rearrange
Everything I must
The lids askew on my box
It’s bursting at its seams
The new ideas, crammed within
To you, might seem quite strange
After all, it wasn’t long
I thought the way you do
Living safely, all confined
Within my little box.
LITTLE BOX by s. streight
I climbed in and shut the lid
On my little box
Looked around, securely sound
Within my own self-trust
But as I gazed about one day
The corners shrunk right in,
the ceiling lowered, as I lay cowered
beneath my own self-whim
the little box that I called home
began to feel quite small
and I began to question then
the thoughts I’d had before
perhaps this place, within my space
was smaller than I thought
perhaps this space, my little box
was not quite adequate
then steadily, deliberately
I began to know
Conceivably, immeasurably
Something had to grow
Maybe I don’t know it all,
or maybe, just a know-it-all
But where before I lived before
Within my special box
And languished there, subjected there
To all my biased thought
The little box that fit so well
my eyes wide open shut
soon began to illustrate,
how inadequate it was
so if perchance you visit there
peeking deep inside
and if perchance you happen to see
the box all dented up
you’ll know that I have moved from there
it’s simply too corrupt
the thoughts I had while living there
were anything but just
at this point, within my life
with wrenching clarity
I’ve begun to rearrange
Everything I must
The lids askew on my box
It’s bursting at its seams
The new ideas, crammed within
To you, might seem quite strange
After all, it wasn’t long
I thought the way you do
Living safely, all confined
Within my little box.
posted by Mines Broken @ Thursday, June 09, 2005
2 Comments:
At 11:52 AM ,
BelleLaDonna said...
Hey I am glad to see that you finished this one! I really enjoy it! I miss you so much and just the times that we hung out at the house and talked to you and you gave us advice on life! I wish I was there...oh well...so I guess I will talk to you later! Love ya!
At 11:52 AM ,
BelleLaDonna said...
Hey I am glad to see that you finished this one! I really enjoy it! I miss you so much and just the times that we hung out at the house and talked to you and you gave us advice on life! I wish I was there...oh well...so I guess I will talk to you later! Love ya!
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