We share the same blue ball,
but have our own little box.
Always in hiding,
and shackled in our locks.
And when the night comes,
we shut the blinds and go to sleep,
like a neverending cycle —a video on repeat.
Sometimes, though, we leave the safety of our box,
only to sit in another one and stare at the clock,
and how it never stops going ‘Tik-Tok’. ‘Tik-Tok’.
Well, there’s no use in keeping watch.
So after a third of the day,
we’re obviously exhausted,
and maybe take the time to think:
“Is this what we really wanted?”
Our boxes had sharp corners
but we ended up so softened?
From you to me, and everyone in between,
under a mirage of comfort and safety,
the world’s dripping in insecurity,
no wonder we weren’t flourishing.
It’s funny that we’re stuck inside our boxes,
but can’t bear to look inside.
Maybe we’re…
