It’s like being trapped in a box
With thorn bushes as corners & a door that’s broken with a window front and center…
That can’t be your exit because it locks from the outside.
So you breathe in the same air you let out,
Polluted with hope…
You’re all alone with the key in your hands
But to reach the top you have to build your way up.
The pieces are separate in a million little boxes.
But inside of fingers you’re stuck with claws
You gotta fight, to work it all out right.
This very box,
This single mind,
It’s a game not built with time.
So sometimes you fail, sometimes you win,
Or, within those fine lines, you reach out for help.