The Box

Don’t want to live inside this box
That’s sealed with a thousand locks 
Need to be free to spread my wings
And try to do a thousand things

The box is time and its constraints
The hours are just like restraints
I cannot move, I cannot breathe
I struggle for the words to weave

A moment here, a moment there
I twiddle thumbs and wonder where
The inspiration for a song
Just never seems to come along

I sit in silence, wrack my brain
To come up with a new refrain
A turn, a twist a clever thought
But only find myself distraught

If only I could find escape
From this damn box that seals my fate 
I'd finally have my thousand words
But sometimes isn't in the cards

Other Comments
@nancycunning - 2024-10-15 Oooh, I like this feel of being in the box, that the rhythm reinforces...I find I'm wanting a bridge that burns it all down and explodes. But it is also cool to leave the listener right there, trapped with you. I hope you've had a great 5090! Miss seeing

Roger D. Linder: FAWM 50-90-2024
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