The Box You Built

Desperate hands search the walls
For a crack somewhere, for a way out
You slump in the corner in utter despair
Your mind reels back to times fair
Can still hear the music in your ears
Though years have passed since it was heard
Can see that child when you close your eyes
As if not decades but seconds have gone since that time
Shake out of that sweet reverie
Start your search once again
Inch by inch your fingers crawl
Clawing at places where you feel a wall
Don’t you see, you foolish one,
The walls are not solid, not a bricks ton
It’s just glass, delicate and fragile
You made it to keep out the child
Why do you try to find a door,
When all you have to do is break the glass?
You will still try, won’t you?
For you can never see
That there is no way out of a box you built.
No, there is no way out of a box you built.

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