Dancing into the light
Twirling as I think
Why am I here tonight
Staring at this box
Black on pink
Doing what I should not
Bartering with unusual thought
Contemplating a position
That blooms anew
In transition
Just as coming change
Rearranges the norm
Wears a new form
Bound in non conforming
Like essences transforming
That’s why I won’t give any thoughts
When I don’t recognize myself
Who am I anyway
Stuck in this box
A lost journeying soul on
Seas of green or blue
Searching for the perfect you
Who cares about the new rage
Turn that boring page
Nothing else remains
Just days of crazy refrains
Nothing to lose or gain
So why not
Thicken the obtuse plot
Open the box now
Do what you should not
Show us how
Pour out potions of change
And go for the glory
Retell the story
About the box
Be the change we see
The non-conformists
Running through delightful mists
No one keeping check lists
Free and undone
Revealing a mystery shown
Held in the moon, sun and stars
This is who we are
Seek the hidden secrets
And you will find they
all abide outside
The box