THE BOX
The opportunities for a better life
Keep constraints on younger life
The efforts and lengths gone through
Make the road steady and sure
They also make it hard and heavy
That is the box
I live in the box
I call it comfort
It seduces me, whispering sweet nothings
Wrapped around it's warm embrace
It consumes me
The cure is now an ailment
And the remedy for this is the disease it cures
But how can you readily throw yourself into the tide to escape an embrace
The box is where I was birthed
And it seems to be my coffin
It masquerades as the good life
When it really is anything but
How will I escape comfort?
How do I break free of the freedom constructed for me?
Nathan