My world is a box.
I dream of being brave,
I dream of being free,
All the colours do I see,
In my world of a box
It keeps me happy,
It keeps me safe.
Yet, why does it seem so out of place?
There stands a door.
How did I not see it before?
Should I open it?
And so I explore.
Oh, how the light is blinding,
I want to go back, I hear me yell.
Strange, how I hate it
and yet I walk towards it.
I walk until I see colours,
more beautiful than that I’ve ever seen.
At that moment I realise,
all this time,
my world was a box.
Written by P H H L
