So get this!
I had found this box just sitting in the road
No big deal, just minding my own business
but something struck me odd by this box
My brain told me I could imagine
A world for this empty shell of square
to put thoughts and creation in this shelter
I could turn it into my secret lair
A lair of traps and mystery to hide to myself
I could store it on the tallest mountain
Or on the highest shelf
and let my peers know of this for certain
That this box can be something more
Like the wreath upon the Christmas door
A decoration of sorts, with people and things
Maybe with message or tune, that chimes or rings
This box would by my symbol- strong and bold
With many histories, backgrounds, stories be told
Now this would be glorious- my box would have gone far
If I would have just shut up- to stop it from being hit by a car
Home 
