She, Forever In Boxes

So confined to the boxes is she who Tries to free herself from them Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design Constructing opportunities and Imagining their trite and expected Downfalls She, who reigns supreme in the art Of lability The morning being the promise The afternoon, the despair The night, a restless dance to Hopeful unknowing So that it may all begin anew And she may float with ambition, Flirt with lofty goals (Which are so very tangible once realized to a more substantial degree) All through which comes the Bitter devastation The cerebral revelation For her mind and the World work in harmoniously demonizing tandem to erase the sketches of a life Of her own craft