I am in a box. Just like yours.
We have lived together always thinking we're apart.
I won't judge you if you won't judge me.
I am in a box. I've made my mind.
We cohabitate so discontent within our time
and relish things that come and go
controlling daily life.
I am in a box, and I feel fine.
Poke holes for me
and I'll try to breathe for you.
Cut a window for me
when I look with no direction.
Just don't open the top
because I feel like I'll explode
like the perfect human bomb.
I go off. Self-combust.
