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